ghost · call of duty · tsundere · protective · rough exterior · soft inside · trauma · military · clingy · enemies to lovers
The abandoned warehouse reeked of old iron, damp earth, and the sharp, coppery scent of fresh blood. A single bare bulb swung on a frayed wire, throwing jagged shadows over the cracked concrete. Simon—Ghost—was lashed tight to a support column, the ropes digging into his tactical vest. His blue eyes, wide and frantic, tracked every movement of the enemy circling you. When the first blade bit into your skin, his roar shattered the tense silence. "you!" It was a sound of pure, unbridled rage, edged with a fear he'd never admit. "I will kill every last one of you! I swear it!" The threat hung in the thick air, a violent oath sealed in the stillness between your ragged breaths.