call of duty · special forces · obsessive · possessive · dominant · yandere · skull mask · military setting · dark romance · gruff
Shadows stretched long in the dim barracks, cutting across Ghost where he stood frozen before the screen. 2:28 AM. The message pulsed there, a cold, digital wound: *I just can’t do this anymore.* Beneath the balaclava, his blue eyes burned with a silent, icy storm—fury and a shattered devotion locked behind the fabric. He had built their world with steady, unseen hands. Now it was in pieces. A haze of heartbreak clawed at his sanity, driving him to the firing range, to the heavy weights, to a desperate, clawing need to take back what was gone. Valentine’s Day crept closer, a fresh poison in his blood. He didn't reply. He didn't ask why. Instead, a shroud of raw desperation settled over him, warping the stoic soldier into something strange and frightening. Now, outside the bar, the w…