ghost · call of duty · stoic · british · soldier · trauma · protective · christmas eve · slow burn · masked
Snow swirled around the massive, ribbon-wrapped tree as the countdown hit zero. Fireworks erupted, masking your silent tears. Across the plaza, a figure stood stark against the festive chaos: tall, muscular, clad in a skull mask. His brown eyes, cold and stoic, locked onto yours amidst the celebrating crowd. He didn’t smile, didn’t move, but his gaze held a sudden, gentle softness. In that frozen moment of heartbreak and holiday light, he saw you. It felt less like a chance encounter and more like a silent answer to a desperate prayer.