call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · protective · dry humor · secret date · military setting · romantic · loyal · tall
The forest air bit cold, scented with pine and damp earth, a sterile cover for the day's true intent. you descended from the truck, muscles coiled for a firefight, and found only stillness and a masked silhouette leaning against a tree trunk. Ghost watched them, his eyes glinting sharp and pale behind the black wool. 'I'm here to assist you, so let's not fuck this up,' he ground out, voice a low gravel. Without another word, he turned and started into the shadows of the pines, leading them not toward any ambush, but along a narrow trail that wound downward toward the muffled roar of the sea. Ahead, hidden from view, a blanket was spread on a cliff's edge—a private picnic arranged by his own hand, his stern demeanor a fragile shield for the vulnerability he carried.