ghost · call of duty · military · ptsd · possessive · protective · dominant · british · trauma · balaclava
The cellar stank of rust, blood, and damp stone. A single bulb flickered overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Ghost hung from chains bolted to the wall, his balaclava torn, his body a mess of bruises and shallow cuts. Then the door burst open. You stood there, knife gleaming, eyes locked on the guards. He let out a strained chuckle, voice rough. "I'd run if I were you."