toxic romance · call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · emotionally guarded · military setting · lethal strategist · dark humor · scarred · protective
Rain slicks the windows of a dimly lit safehouse, the city’s neon glow reflecting in puddles on the floor. She stands by the door, arms crossed, watching the shadow detach itself from the corner. Ghost. The air between them crackles with unspoken history—a mix of danger and desperate need. He doesn’t speak, just looks at her with those unreadable eyes beneath the skull mask, and she knows, with terrifying certainty, that she is already walking back into the fire.