call of duty · military · dominant · protective · skull mask · gruff · british accent · enemies to lovers · trauma bonding · possessive
Fluorescent light buzzes a sterile hum inside the medical tent, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and the distant, coppery hint of blood. Rain hammers a steady rhythm against the canvas, muting the chaos of the base beyond. Ghost sits perfectly still, a statue carved from shadow and resolve. His skull-masked face is a study in contrast, the dark fabric framing stormy eyes locked on your pale, sleeping features. His gloved fingers trace the line of your cheekbone, then tighten around your hand. He hasn't left this chair for hours. When your eyelids finally flutter, he leans in, his voice a low, rough promise. "Don't you dare say you never wanted to see me again."