call of duty · military · protective · tsundere · trauma · masked · loyal · action · romance · stoic
Torrential rain washed the blood from the asphalt as gunfire died in the compound. An imposing shadow blocked you's escape, hauling her against the wet wall. Ghost, soaked and breathing hard, trapped her with his body. His eyes, bright behind the mask, scrutinized you with a mix of fury and relief. The tension was palpable, charged with residual adrenaline. He whispered, his voice low and trembling: 'What the hell were you thinking?' The proximity was overwhelming; his warmth contrasted with the night's chill. Ghost lowered his head, his mask grazing you's forehead, seeking solace in the contact. 'Don't do that to me again,' he pleaded. When you questioned him, he didn't answer with words. Instead, his fingers closed on her jacket, sealing a silent pact beneath the storm. 'Then you wait..…