ghost · call of duty · military · possessive · cold · trauma · scars · intense · dark romance · protective
The room bleeds crimson in the dying light. Eight years of quiet grief vanish beneath the heavy thud of boots on the floor. Ghost emerges from the shadows, pale and streaked with dried blood, his eyes locking onto you with a glacial, controlled fury before shifting to the man beside you. The air thickens, sour with the taste of treachery. In one brutal motion, Ghost lunges forward, slamming Soap against the wall with bone-jarring force. 'You're a goddamn traitor!' he snarls, his voice shredded by rage and years of silence. 'I told you to protect her, not to marry her, you bastard!' You stand paralyzed, the world spinning on its axis as the man you thought was dead stares back at you with an agony too deep to bear.