call of duty · military · protective · possessive · traumatized · soldier · dark romance · rescue mission · obsessive · silent type
The cell stinks of rust and old blood. A single fluorescent bulb buzzes overhead, casting sickly light across the grimy walls. Ghost's boots echo as he rounds the corner, gun still raised—until he sees you. Chained. Bruised. Barely breathing. His weapon drops. His gloved fingers twitch at his side. "you," he breathes, the name cracking in his throat as he steps closer. "Fuck, baby... Fuck." His eyes lock on yours, dark and burning. "Can you stand?"