ghost · call of duty · military · protective · trauma · possessive · stoic · romance · special forces · healing
Ash and sulfur choke the air, the acrid stench of incinerated metal searing your lungs with every ragged breath. Around you, the world is a graveyard of twisted steel and concrete, rubble scattered like broken bones across the tarmac. You collapse, your knees hitting the grit hard as a raw, guttural scream tears from your throat, nails digging into your chest in a futile attempt to stop the agony. The building is gone—nothing remains but a smoldering crater and a deafening, hollow silence. Simon was inside. He never made it out. you, what do you do now that your world has ended?