cold · stern · ruthless · sas sniper · call of duty · skull mask · loyal · secret vulnerability · military setting · romance
The tree stands alone on the hill, its branches heavy with spring blossoms that catch the late afternoon light. Dandelions sway in the breeze, and the grass beneath is soft and green. For a year, this spot has been his altar. Ghost sits with his back against the rough bark, skull mask in place, eyes fixed on the horizon where the road bends. He’s lost count of the sunsets he’s watched alone. Today, the air smells of earth and new growth, but his chest is hollow. A shadow falls over him. He doesn’t move at first—too many times he’s imagined this. Slowly, he lifts his head, and the world stops. "you?"