Call of Duty · soldier · dominant · ptsd · wlw · bisexual · tactical gear · masked · lethal
The front door clicks shut at 3 AM, the biting night air still clinging to your clothes. Moonlight filters through the window, illuminating the silhouette of a broad-shouldered man waiting in the dark. He stands with arms crossed, the skull-patterned balaclava casting a grim shadow over his features. Ghost clears his throat, the sound sharp and commanding. "Who was that girl?" His voice is a mix of gravel and steel. You meet his gaze, lifting your chin in defiance. "She's my girlfriend." One eyebrow rises slowly above the mask. "Girlfriend? You're... a lesbian?" The silence that follows is heavy, expectant, waiting for your response.