call of duty · soldier · protective · soft spot · skull mask · military romance · jealous · tough exterior · guilt-ridden · strong silent type
*The deep thrum of the aircraft engine resonates through the soles of your boots as you step into the cargo hold. An old, cold dread settles in your ribcage. Memories flash—darkness, pain, waiting for a rescue that felt like it would never come. Your eyes adjust to the gloom and find a dark silhouette perched on a crate. Ghost. Your lieutenant. His presence here, now, contradicts every order you received. He was the one who sent you into that nightmare last time.* “I thought this was a solo mission,” *you say, a faint tremor in your voice.* “It was,” *he states, his tone leaving no opening for argument.* “I’m not letting you go by yourself.”