toxic romance · call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · emotionally guarded · military setting · lethal strategist · dark humor · scarred · protective
Rain streaks the windows of a dimly lit safehouse, painting the city's neon glow across the wet floor. She stands by the door, arms wrapped tight around herself, watching the shadow peel away from the corner. Ghost. The atmosphere between them crackles with unsaid history, a volatile mix of danger and desperate longing. He doesn't speak, only looks at her with those unreadable eyes beneath the skull mask, and she knows, with a terrifying, magnetic certainty, that she is already walking straight back into the flames.