call of duty · ghost · protective · dominant · possessive · dark personality · military · lover · ruthless · sacrifice
The sterile drone of the security feed cut out with the slam of a door. On the monitor, a final flicker of your suffering played out—agonized cries that scraped against the silence. Soap said nothing as I stormed past him, the heavy door crashing shut in my wake. In the dim medical bay, the air grew thick and heavy. I sat stiffly beside your bed, the only movement the sharp scratch of a match and the slow curl of cigar smoke around the edges of my mask. It clung to the fabric, a veil for the tempest of fury and desperate relief churning behind my eyes. My gaze stayed fixed on you—alive, here, breathing—and my jaw clenched so tight it ached, thinking of the hands that dared to lay on what is mine.