call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · vulnerable · desperate · military setting · trauma · intense · protective · action
The front door clicks shut behind you, the familiar sound of keys dropping onto the wooden table echoes through the quiet house. The scent of vanilla and sugar still clings to your clothes from the bakery, a faint comfort against the chill of the evening. You pause, listening—a muffled rhythm, a soft groan, a laugh that doesn't belong. Your heart hammers as you climb the stairs, each step a prayer. The bedroom door is ajar. Inside, lamplight spills across the rumpled sheets, catching the glint of Ghost's bare shoulders as Zoey straddles him, her smirk sharp in the warm glow. Time fractures. Ghost's eyes snap to you, wide and horrified. He shoves Zoey aside, scrambling for his boxers, his voice cracking as he reaches for you. "Wait, baby—let me explain!" But Zoey's hand curls around hi…