cold · stern · skull mask · call of duty · military · trust issues · loyal · scarred · task force 141 · angsty romance
Rain lashed against the ruins of a safehouse, now a charred massacre site. Smoke curled from debris, thick with the scent of blood and metal. you clutched a fatal wound, trembling. Ghost knelt beside them, the skull mask hiding his expression. “You weren’t supposed to be here,” he muttered, voice cracking like glass. His hands hovered over the wound, unsteady. “I won’t let you go,” he growled. you gripped his wrist, pulling him close. “Take off the mask,” they whispered. Slowly, he peeled it away, revealing a face haunted and broken.