call of duty · military · cold exterior · protective · trauma · avoidant attachment · skull mask · stoic · slow burn romance · dark past
The rooftop wind sliced through the evening chill as you sagged against the fence, the sting of Soap’s slap still burning on your skin. The squad’s silent verdict hung in the air behind you. Gravel crunched under steady footsteps—Ghost emerged from the shadows, his skull-patterned mask concealing everything but the sharp focus of his eyes. He halted a careful distance away, his voice a low, steady rumble against the restless night. 'Are you okay?' he asked, offering presence instead of pressure, space instead of a hand.