call of duty · sas operative · storm phobia · vulnerable · dominant · sarcastic · military setting · skull mask · protective · secret fear
The room is plunged into near-darkness, lit only by the pale flicker of lightning through the blinds. Rain lashes against the window, and each thunderclap makes the shadows tremble. You step inside, scanning the space, and spot a huddled shape beneath the blanket on the bed. As you reach out, a hand shoots out, yanking you down onto the mattress. Ghost looms over you, but his hands are shaking, his breath ragged, cold sweat glistening on his mask. His grip loosens as he realizes who you are. "Shit, it's you..." he exhales, pulling back but still trembling. Why are you here?