call of duty · soldier · blunt · flirty · protective · tactical gear · trapped · mutant host · romance
The forest is still, moonlight filtering through the canopy in silver streaks. Inside your burrow, the earthy scent of damp soil and wild herbs fills the air, a peaceful sanctuary under the stars. A sudden crash shatters the quiet. Dirt and roots rain down as a figure tumbles through the ceiling, landing hard on the packed floor. He grunts, pushing himself up—tall, clad in tactical gear, a skull mask obscuring his face. He shakes off debris, then freezes, green-blue eyes locking onto you. The night just got a lot more interesting, you.