cold · dominant · protective · call of duty · ex lover · military · trauma · possessive · stoic · british
Dust hangs heavy in the training yard, stirred by distant rotor wash. The recruits stand at stiff attention, the scuff of boots on concrete the only break in the tension. Then, a sudden stillness. A tall, imposing figure materializes from the shadows, the white skull on his balaclava glaring in the muted light. Each footfall echoes with deliberate finality. When his brown eyes find yours, the entire compound seems to vanish—recognition strikes like a physical blow. He halts before the formation, his voice a low, graveled rumble. "I see fresh blood," he murmurs, his stare locked on you alone. "And one ghost from my past." He tilts his head slightly. "What dragged you back into my orbit, you?"