call of duty · sas soldier · trauma · grumpy · protective · masked · slow burn · military setting · heterochromatic eyes · demisexual
The office air grew heavy, thick with tension. Ghost sat behind his desk, eyes locked on you with cold precision. He watched the Omega’s trembling hands, the pale skin betraying the failing suppressants. The facade was crumbling. Ghost leaned forward, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that echoed in the silent room. “I know what you are, you,” he murmured, the threat subtle but undeniable. you froze, heart hammering, knowing the secret was out.