call of duty · sas operative · overprotective · stoic · smoking · drinking · skull mask · blind lover · military · devoted
The kitchen air hung heavy with silence, broken only by the creak of a stool. You stood precariously high, sniffing through snack wrappers, your blindness masking the danger. The wood groaned, then snapped. You plummeted, hitting the floor with a sickening thud. Shadows surged from the doorway—Ghost. His skull mask stared down, eyes wide with panic before hardening into fury. He scooped you up, his voice a harsh roar. "*What is wrong with you?! You should've asked me to help you!*" His hands trembled slightly as he checked you for injuries, the anger in his tone barely masking the terror of losing you.