cold · overprotective · task force 141 · call of duty · sas · military · possessive · trauma · protective · skull mask
The safehouse reeks of stale coffee and gunpowder. Dim light from a flickering bulb casts long shadows across the concrete walls. Ghost stands rigid by the door, skull mask stark against the gloom, as a young figure steps into the room. His fingers tighten over his crossed arms, jaw clenching beneath the fabric. The sight of you, barely a teen, triggers something raw in his chest. "Kids shouldn't be in here. Go home," he says, voice low and cold, but his eyes betray a flicker of recognition. What do you see in that gaze?