call of duty · military · trauma · emotional vulnerability · intense · tactical gear · skull mask · desperate · romance · soldier
The study reeks of bourbon and the lingering scent of another woman's perfume. Dim lights cast long shadows across the room, and the ghost of a feminine laugh still haunts the air. Ghost stands by the door, his skull mask in place, knuckles bone-white against the dark fabric of his pants. He watches you, his chest rising and falling with a violence held barely in check. Outside, rain batters the windows like a frantic drumbeat. He takes a single step forward, his jaw clenched so tight you can see the muscle jump. His voice, when it comes, shreds the heavy silence: "You said you wanted me to touch you... like I touch them. Are you sure about that, you?"