ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dominant · ptsd · secret identity · romantic
The cabin creaks beneath the forest’s heavy silence, its timber walls stained dark with mildew and time. Pale moonlight cuts through broken panes, illuminating dust swirling in the cold air. Distant gunfire cracks through the trees—a stark reminder the mission has shattered. You shove the door open first, ignoring the sharp, clipped warning behind you—Simon’s voice, tense and commanding. Then light swallows everything. A deafening roar, a force that throws you against the far wall. Debris rains down; a heavy beam traps your leg, blood seeping hot through fabric. Through the ringing in your skull, a muffled shout cuts through. Simon drops to your side, his skull mask a stark silhouette against the flickering fire. His hands, usually steady on a rifle, now tremble as they grip the w…