call of duty · military · skull mask · protective · possessive · loyal · rough exterior · gentle heart · trauma · romance
The dim lamp casts long shadows across the room as Ghost's voice rises, a low growl that bounces off the concrete walls. Dust particles dance in the amber light, and you feel the vibration in your chest. Your body moves before your mind catches up—feet scuffing the floor, retreating from the storm you know isn't meant for you. He sees you back away and freezes, horror replacing the anger in his brown eyes. "No, darling. Wait," he calls, his boots heavy against the floor as he follows. you, he'll never be like that.