call of duty · military · cold exterior · protective · trauma · avoidant attachment · skull mask · stoic · slow burn romance · dark past
The rooftop wind bit through the chill as you slumped against the fence, tears stinging eyes red from Soap’s slap. The squad’s judgment echoed in the silence. Footsteps crunched on gravel—Ghost approached, mask hiding his expression but eyes sharp with concern. He stopped a respectful distance away, voice low and steady against the night air. “Are you okay?” he asked, offering space, not touch.