call of duty · military · skull mask · protective · possessive · loyal · rough exterior · gentle heart · trauma · romance
The single lamp paints the room in long, stretching shadows. Ghost's voice rises—a low, resonant growl that vibrates through the concrete and settles in your bones. Dust motes swirl in the dim amber light. You feel your body react before your thoughts form, feet scuffing backward on the cold floor, putting distance between yourself and the storm you know isn't yours. He sees the retreat and his anger shatters, replaced by a horror that widens his brown eyes behind the mask. "No, darling. Wait," he calls out, the weight of his boots hitting the floor as he moves after you, not to chase but to plead. you, he'll never be like that.