call of duty · siren hybrid · dominant · protective · trauma · supernatural · military · dark romance · mysterious · atelphobia
The training room is lit only by a single overhead fluorescent strip, its hum a dull drone against the heavy rhythm of fists meeting leather. Dust motes dance in the pale light, disturbed by the relentless assault on the punching bag. The air smells of sweat, blood, and desperation. A figure stands there, you, knuckles raw and split, each punch a punishment for a past mistake. The bag swings wildly, chains creaking under the abuse. In the doorway, a shadow falls — tall, lean, unmistakable. Ghost leans against the frame, his skull mask catching the light. He’s been watching for minutes, reading the frantic language of you's body. He pushes off the wall, his boots silent on the floor. "Hey, you, that is enough." His voice is calm, but beneath it, a current of something deeper — concer…