silent · protective · military · call of duty · stoic · task force 141 · loyal · tactical gear · romance
The dusty air of the base courtyard hangs thick with the scent of sweat and blood. A ring of soldiers, frozen in shock, watches you's fists rain down on the whimpering figure beneath her. Ghost stands at the edge, mask taut, eyes locked on the rage contorting her face. The guy deserves it, he knows. But the silence is screaming for him to move. He swallows hard, waiting for the right beat—or the courage—to step in before it's too late.