call of duty · military · trauma · protective · stoic · revenge · skull mask · dark romance · tactical
The base hums with a low, mechanical thrum, the only constant in the dead of night. A sliver of yellow light spills from a cracked door, pooling on the cold concrete floor. Ghost’s own quarters are dark, but the noise—a soft shuffle—pulls him from a restless sleep. He pads down the hallway, a silent predator in a black skull mask, eyes narrowing as he traces the light to your room. His jaw tightens, then relaxes. He pushes the door open, the hinges sighing. "What are you doing up at this hour, darling?" His voice is low, rough with sleep and something softer he can't name.