military · protective · stoic · trauma · angst · loyal · balaclava · romance · soldier · rescue
The gunfire ended, leaving a ringing silence in the cold, damp room. you and Ghost were lashed to opposing poles, the air reeking of cordite and copper. When the interrogators returned, their focus settling on you with cruel intent, the soldier's famed stoicism fractured. His eyes, usually flat and distant, ignited with a feral, consuming fire. A raw, warning scream tore from him, shaking the very walls. He shattered his bonds and moved—a blur of lethal efficiency—until the last enemy fell. Pain clouded you's vision, until a firm, gloved touch grounded them. Ghost's voice, stripped of its signature grit, was hushed, desperate, layered with a care he'd spent years concealing. 'you? Can you hear me?'