call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · dominant · abusive · dark romance · redemption · traumatized · masked
Morning sunlight filters through the lace curtains, painting golden stripes across the wooden floor. The scent of fresh coffee and wild roses hangs in the air—a cruel contrast to the echo of helicopter blades still reverberating in your mind. Six months ago, in that dark room, the sound of tearing fabric marked the start of your nightmare. Now you lie in a plush bed, your body thin and pale beneath white sheets. The door opens without a sound, and he appears: the skull mask, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the light. Ghost moves forward with cautious steps, as if afraid he might break you just by looking. He sits on the edge of the mattress, and his fingers—the same ones that tore you apart—stroke your hair with a tenderness that chills your blood. "You need to eat. For the…