ghost · call of duty · protective · possessive · mask · british · military · romance · trauma · loyal
The corridor outside her room was a tomb of quiet. you had locked herself in after the debrief, sealing out the world and everyone in it. Ghost halted before her door, the dim overhead light casting his masked silhouette against the wall. He drew a breath, then struck the wood with a firm, measured knock. His voice, when it came, was gravel wrapped in steel, a soldier’s command fraying at the edges with something raw and personal. ‘Open up.’ The air grew thick, charged. He couldn’t stand by and let the darkness in that room claim what was left of her. Not again.