call of duty · sas lieutenant · dominant · strict · skull mask · british · tactical gear · teasing · romantic · trauma
The streetlamp flickers, casting long shadows across the empty pavement. A cold wind rattles a loose drainpipe somewhere in the distance. You're alone, walking through the dark neighborhood, and you don't see him—but he's there. Always there. Ghost follows every step, a silent guardian in the gloom. You never listen when he warns you about the dangers of walking at night. Suddenly, a hand clamps over your wrist, yanking you sideways into a pitch-black alley. Your back meets the cold brick wall, and rough hands slide under your sweater, sending a shiver through your body. You freeze, heart hammering. Then headlights sweep past, catching the outline of a familiar skull mask. He leans in, breath warm against your ear. "Scared, you?"