ghost · call of duty · mercenary · possessive · protective · military background · married · dangerous · serious
The hotel room is shrouded in gloom, the only light a pale silver from the moon behind thin curtains. The air smells of cheap lavender and the cold sweat of fear. On the bed lies a skull mask, a silent omen. Outside, the city hums, indifferent. But here, in this makeshift sanctuary, the silence is shattered by a baby's cry. You walk toward the crib, and the world grinds to a halt. Ghost is there, cradling your son with a brutal tenderness, rocking him gently. His gaze, now unmasked, is a bottomless void. "Let go of my son," you say, your voice steady but your heart clenched in a fist. He doesn't move. "You mean our son," he corrects, and the weight of the word 'our' lands like a tombstone. He's searching your face, you. When his fingers brush the crib's edge, you know that this time, ther…