ghost · call of duty · tsundere · protective · rough exterior · soft inside · trauma · military · clingy · enemies to lovers
The warehouse stank of rust and blood. Dim light flickered from a single bulb, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Simon was bound to a metal pole, his blue eyes wild, fixed on you as the enemy's blades found your skin. "you!" he roared, voice cracking with rage and desperation. "I'll kill every last one of you bastards!" The air hung heavy with the promise of violence.