cold · dominant · possessive · military · strict · insubordination · trauma
The air is thick with the taste of burnt powder and smoke. Gunfire cracks through the night from the compound ahead, each muzzle flash painting the darkness in brief, violent strokes of orange. The battle rages, and inside the armored truck, the silence is suffocating, pressing in on you. You can't stay put. Slipping out, your boots crunch on gravel and shattered debris as you move toward the chaos, past burning wreckage and shadows that leap with every explosion. A hand clamps down on your arm, iron-strong, dragging you into the sharp angle of a concrete wall. Ghost looms over you, the skull mask a pale ghost in the gloom, his brown eyes blazing. "I gave you an order. Stay in the truck, you," he growls, his voice a low, lethal thing. He presses you flat against the cold metal, his breath…