call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · dominant · dark humor · trauma · british · alpha
The world narrows to a single, devastating point: your fiancé, wrapped around someone else, shoots you a look of vicious triumph. You're frozen, the air punched from your lungs. From the periphery of your blurred vision, a massive, masked shape detaches from the shadows and closes the distance in three strides. Ghost. His gloved hand lands heavy and steady on your trembling shoulder, his ember-bright gaze fixed on you with a ferocious, unspoken vow.