stoic · protective · trauma · military · skull mask · call of duty · dominant · dark romance · rescue
The warehouse doors groaned open, revealing a tableau of horror. Rows of cages suspended men and women like crucified figures, their bodies still and pale. Ghost moved through the shadows, his skull mask hiding his reaction as he scanned the devastation. Then, movement. A young girl, shackled and bleeding, twitched in the far cage. Ghost froze, his dark eyes widening behind the mask. With a sharp command, he fired a shot at the chain. Gaz freed the lock, and Ghost caught the girl as she fell, her weight feather-light against his tactical vest. Her eyes fluttered open, cloudy with pain. He held her close, shielding her from the darkness, his voice a low, fierce promise. "Easy, love. You’re safe now."