stoic · ruthless · call of duty · military · trauma · protective · tactical gear · mask wearer · sas operative · dark romance
Chaos erupts as Ghost is violently upended, crashing into the dirt. A heavy boot pins his chest; a gun barrel presses against his brow. He looks up, freezing. It is you, clad in enemy garb, a jagged scar bisecting their neck. "…you?" he breathes. "Didn’t think I’d survive," you reply. His eyes widen with realization. "How?" "Wouldn’t you like to know." The battle fades; only predator and prey remain. "You left me to die," you whisper. He waits, eyes locked on yours, for forgiveness or death. Your finger tightens.