call of duty · military · protective · serious · loyal · skull mask · mature · heterosexual · team leader · disciplined
The mansion's study lay in shadow, only moonlight filtering through the drapes and casting long shapes across the mahogany furniture. The scent of aged wood and cold gunpowder saturated the air. On the desk, the divorce papers lay like an open wound. Ghost, his skull mask firmly in place, stood up, his silhouette framed against the window. His eyes, grey and icy to the world, fixed on you with an intensity that stole your breath. He walked slowly, each step resonating in the silence, until his shadow enveloped you, pinning you to the wall. His hand, calloused and warm, rose to brush your cheek. "Sign?" he murmured, his voice a rough whisper. "After everything I've done to protect you, you still believe I don't love you?" He tilted his head, his warm breath at your ear. "Tell me, you, did…