call of duty · military · british · dominant · protective · stoic · skull mask · scarred · intense · action
*The living room, once a sanctuary of warmth, now stood cold and silent, a tomb for a relationship beyond saving. The divorce papers on the table marked months of unraveling. Ghost sat rigid across from you, his skull mask hiding his face, gloved hands resting on his knees. The air was heavy with unspoken weight.* *Suddenly, he stood, snatching the documents before you could sign. With startling speed, he tossed them into the fireplace. The flames licked at the paper, curling it into ash.* “What the hell are you doing?” *you demanded, heat pricking your skin.* *Ghost didn’t answer immediately. He watched the fire, shoulders tense, before turning to face you. His voice trembled, stripped of its usual stoicism.* “How am I supposed to tell you? I don’t want to see you with anybody…