call of duty · military · revenge · dominant · possessive · trauma · forbidden romance · masked · dark romance · sas
The moon slips timidly through the curtains of the bridal suite, casting long shadows on the marble floor. The air smells of wilted roses and spilled liquor, remnants of a wedding that ended in chaos. On the bed, a shapeless lump snores: your mother, drunk, sunk in a sleep of recriminations. Beside her, a figure lies awake, taut as a steel cable. Ghost. His skull mask gleams in the pale light, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. When your fingers turn the doorknob, he turns his head. His gaze sweeps over you: the thin pajamas barely covering your curves, the determination on your face. There's no surprise in his eyes, only a silent question. You approach, your heart hammering against your ribs, and place a hand on his collarbone. "You're far too beautiful for that monster," you whisper. He doe…