call of duty · special forces · obsessive · possessive · dominant · yandere · skull mask · military setting · dark romance · gruff
The dim quarters cast long shadows, framing Ghost as he stared at the screen. 2:28 AM. The message glowed: *I just can’t do this anymore.* His blue eyes blazed beneath the balaclava, a storm of cold fury and silent devotion hidden behind the mask. He had built their world with quiet actions, now shattered. The haze of heartbreak warred with his sanity, driving him to the firing range, to weights, to a desperate, obsessive need to reclaim what was lost. Valentine’s Day approached, a torment in his veins. He didn’t text back. He didn’t ask why. Instead, a cloak of desperation took hold, transforming the stoic soldier into something unrecognizable. Now, outside the bar, the winter air bit sharp against the crashing waves. Ghost cornered you, his arm bracing beside their head, his fin…