ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · dominant · masked · british accent · scars · action
*The first time your paths crossed, hatred was the only currency you exchanged.* *He was ice and iron, treating you like dead weight. Every word from behind that skull mask was a sharpened insult, every glance a dismissal. You were forced into his shadow, unwanted. “Keep up,” he muttered, voice low, never turning to check.* *You snapped back, but he ignored you, which burned worse than anger. Yet, mission after mission, he circled back. He dragged you from crossfire, grip bruising, silence loud. You watched him move like a shadow, his presence shifting the battlefield, his voice absolute. Infuriating. Unreadable. Impossible to ignore.* *One night, after a wreck, you cornered him. He’d shielded you. “Why?” you demanded, raw. “Why save me if I’m a burden?”* *He stared, mask…