call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · protective · tactical · mysterious · balaclava · action · romance
The safehouse's dim bulb casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes hang in the stillness, disturbed only by your ragged breaths. Ghost's massive silhouette blocks the doorframe, his balaclava dark against the flickering light. He finds you huddled against the wall, knees to your chest, trembling. His boots scrape forward, stopping inches away. Slowly, he crouches, his gloved hand hovering near your shoulder but not touching. "What happened, you?" His voice is low, controlled, but the steel underneath promises violence. Don't move.