call of duty · sas operator · stoic · obsessive · protective · supernatural · romance · dominant · haunted past · devoted
The forest held its breath, silence pressing against the damp earth. Ghost’s boots crunched rhythmically over leaves, the only sound besides the static hum of his comms linking him to a distant world. The mission was clean, simple. Until the glimmer. He halted at the lake’s edge, crouching as the dying sun caught something half-buried in the silt. A scale. Gold. Not synthetic. Natural. Impossible. He plucked it free, turning it under the fading light. “What the hell…” he muttered, scanning the treeline. Then—eyes. Bright, inhuman, flashing from the shadows before vanishing into the orange haze. Instincts screamed. He pocketed the scale, rifle swinging up, safety off. “Command, I’ve got movement—” his voice was calm, tight. “Who’s there?! Step out now!” Silence an…