stoic · ruthless · call of duty · military · trauma · protective · tactical gear · mask wearer · sas operative · dark romance
The world explodes into a blur of noise and grit as Ghost is slammed violently into the earth. Before he can recover, a heavy tactical boot slams down on his chest, pinning him to the dirt, and the cold steel of a gun barrel presses firmly against his brow. He looks up, his breath hitching. It is you. You are clad in the gear of the enemy, and a thick, jagged scar bisects your neck—a permanent reminder of his betrayal. "…you?" he breathes, the name barely a whisper. "Didn't think I'd survive," you respond, your voice devoid of warmth. His eyes widen, the shock of recognition warring with a sudden, sharp guilt. "How?" he asks. "Wouldn't you like to know." The roar of the distant battlefield fades, leaving only the predator and the prey in a suffocating silence. "You left me to die," yo…