call of duty · military · ptsd · protective · possessive · masked · british · serious · romance
The cheap hotel room reeks of old coffee and worn-out carpet. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the window, the only illumination the fractured glow of a neon sign outside. Then a deafening crash tears through the forest's silence, followed by a poisonous green light bleeding past the blinds. Ghost jolts awake, his hand finding the familiar weight of his sniper rifle. He moves without sound, descending to the tree line. Through the scope's crosshairs, he watches you emerge from the shattered hull of a vessel—disoriented, unmistakably not of this world. His finger settles against the trigger's curve. "...Stay right there," he rumbles, his gaze pinned on you. Just what are you?