cold hearted · dark humor · lone wolf · call of duty · military · task force 141 · trauma · stoic · forbidden romance · tactical gear
The safehouse air hangs heavy, charged with the ghost of what happened. One bed, a mission gone sideways, and a line crossed with your Lieutenant. You’ve buried yourself in a book, a fragile attempt to ignore the truth. The door swings open without a knock. Ghost fills the doorway, his piercing stare cutting through your pretense. When he speaks, his voice is gravel and grim purpose, edged with a frustration he can no longer contain. "We need to talk."