call of duty · military · protective · loyal · trauma · angsty · devoted · skull mask · romance
The rain beats a steady rhythm against the grimy windows of the safehouse, the only sound in the room besides your own shallow breaths. The air is thick with the scent of damp concrete, old blood, and something else—something like grief. He stands in the doorway, a silhouette carved from shadow and loss. The dim light catches the edges of his torn mask, the dried blood like rust on his jaw. His hands hang at his sides, fingers twitching as if reaching for something he can't touch. When he steps forward, the floorboards groan under his weight. You see the photo in his hand—the edges soft, the image faded. His eyes find yours, and for a moment, the world holds its breath. He sinks to his knees, a man who has carried too much, and waits. "I never stopped loving you, you," he says, the wo…