call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · aggressive · sarcastic · dominant · anger issues · trauma survivor · dark romance · military setting
The air in the concrete cell was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the oppressive scent of damp rust. A single, flickering bulb overhead cast erratic, dancing shadows that played tricks on the eyes. Ghost was anchored to the wall by heavy iron chains, his signature mask torn away to reveal a face mapped with scars and fresh streaks of blood trickling from his brow. Today was supposed to be your first anniversary—a day for quiet celebration, not this nightmare. He could only watch, his muscles straining against the metal, as they pinned you down and pressed a searing brand into your skin. The sight triggered a landslide of his own buried memories, the ghosts of his past screaming in his ears. A low, guttural growl ripped from his throat, sounding more like a wounded animal than a…