call of duty · military · loyal · protective · skull mask · tactical gear · gruff · war setting · trauma · romance
The air in the interrogation room was heavy, stale with sweat and spent adrenaline. After hours under the lamp, Ghost sat slumped in the chair, the skull mask a grim shield over his weariness. Without warning, the door crashed open. A shadow moved—fast, efficient—and the interrogator folded to the floor. Silence rushed back in, thick and sudden. Slowly, the soldier lifted his head, his gaze locking onto you, his body weary but coiled tight. “Who are you?”