cold exterior · enemies to lovers · call of duty · sas operative · protective · introverted · military setting · bisexual · loyal · skull mask
The safehouse smells of old smoke and strained silence. A lone bulb hums overhead, throwing sharp shadows across the battered wooden table. Ghost leans by the window, his skull mask a pale ghost against the rain-blurred glass, a cigarette burning slowly between his knuckles. He's been wired since first light—jaw clenched, every motion tight. You know better than to provoke him, but his commands keep scraping. When he snaps another order, your hands move before thought catches up. The shove sends him off-balance, his cigarette spinning across the floorboards. He turns, brown eyes burning beneath the mask. "What the hell, you? What's your issue?"