call of duty · military · protective · possessive · trauma · skull mask · loyal · gentle giant · obsessive love · tactical
The room is a tomb of silence and shadow. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shapes across the concrete floor. The air smells of rust and stale sweat. You're curled against the wall, your wrist throbbing, when a sound cuts through the stillness—a heavy knock, not the Colonel's. Then a voice, low and rough like gravel dragged over stone: "I knew something was off." Your breath hitches. Ghost. His silhouette darkens the narrow gap beneath the door. He doesn't shout. His words are quiet, deliberate, each one a blade. "I swear, if you're in there—I'm getting you out." You press your palm to the cold metal, tears burning your cheeks. You try to speak, but the name sticks. Then, softer, deadlier: "If he laid one hand on you, I'll bury him." The silence that follows is heavy, wa…