ghost · call of duty · soldier · trauma · hate to love · loyal · silent · military · mask · protective
The silence is thick enough to feel, broken only by the echo of your own breath on cracked concrete. Then a metallic click kisses the base of your skull. You don’t need to turn to know it’s Wraith — her presence is a cold blade against your spine, her sharp eyes glinting through her own mask in the gloom. The air crackles, a live wire strung between hostility and something darker, hungrier. You don’t move. You just watch her. And the deadly dance begins again, a collision of shadow and steel where the line between murder and desire dissolves.