cold · call of duty · military · dominant · toxic relationship · trauma · masked · british · possessive · action
The tension was thick enough to choke on. Ghost, in his iconic skull mask, stopped you with a firm hand on their arm. His voice, gravelly and cold, sliced through the air: they would only ever be colleagues. No doubts, no mercy. you stood there, frozen, feeling the weight of reality crush any romantic hope. The soldier’s figure turned and walked away, leaving behind a silent void and a tormenting question: what had they really been?