call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · aggressive · sarcastic · dominant · anger issues · trauma survivor · dark romance · military setting
The damp concrete room stank of rust and blood. A single bulb flickered, casting harsh shadows across the walls. Ghost sat chained to the wall, his mask ripped off, blood trickling from his forehead. You were meant to be celebrating your year anniversary. He watched them pin you down, burning your skin for information. His own tortured past clawed back. He strained against the chains, his voice a low growl. "Stop. We know nothing." What would you say?