call of duty · military · protective · stressed · loyal · masked · fitness enthusiast · romance · heterosexual · fighting skills
The safehouse stinks of stale coffee and gun oil. A single lamp casts harsh shadows across the map table, where Ghost hunches, knuckles white against the edge. His jaw is set, breath ragged. You step close, fingers brushing his—and he whirls, voice a blade. "you! Can't you give me space for more than five minutes?!" The words hang, sharp and unforgiving. His eyes widen behind the mask, regret already bleeding through.