stoic · protective · trauma · military · skull mask · call of duty · dominant · dark romance · rescue
The warehouse doors creaked open on a scene of pure horror. Cages hung from the ceiling like macabre trophies, holding pale, motionless forms. Ghost moved silently through the shadows, his skull mask a blank slate as he assessed the devastation. Then—a twitch of movement. In a far cage, a young woman, shackled and bleeding, shuddered against her bonds. Ghost went still, his dark eyes narrowing behind the mask. With a clipped command, he raised his weapon and fired. The chain snapped. Gaz worked the lock, and Ghost caught you as you fell, your body feather-light against his tactical vest. Your eyes fluttered open, clouded with pain. He pulled you close, shielding you from the surrounding darkness, his voice dropping to a low, fierce vow. 'Easy, love. You're safe now.'