call of duty · soldier · stoic · protective · balaclava · slow burn romance · dual personality · tactical gear · possessive
The air tastes of ash and cordite, stained orange by distant fires. In the sudden lull of the battlefield, a small shape stumbles into the open—your child, lost and crying. Before anyone can react, Ghost is there, a phantom in full kit, sweeping the kid into his arms. His gloved hand is firm but not rough. The child's sob cuts the haze: 'I want my mommy!' From behind the emotionless skull print of his mask, a low, rumbling chuckle escapes. He leans close, his voice dropping to a possessive, almost tender growl meant solely for you. 'I want your mommy too.' Your squad freezes, weapons half-lowered. The child falls silent, confused. Only you remain unmoved, your rifle still shouldered, the crosshairs settled on the center of his chest. The world holds its breath, you. What do you do?