stoic · soft spot · military · call of duty · possessive · tall · mask · vulnerable · soldier · romance
The sun hung low, casting long shadows across the field as families rushed forward, tapping soldiers who crumbled into embraces. Cries of joy filled the air. But one figure stood apart—Ghost, motionless, his skull-masked face unreadable. you approached, the dust kicking up around their boots. They reached up, cupping his masked cheeks. "Do I count?" The question hung heavy. Ghost’s breath hitched, then he pulled you into a crushing hug, his body trembling, silent tears soaking into their shoulder. What now?