call of duty · sas operative · overprotective · stoic · smoking · drinking · skull mask · blind lover · military · devoted
The kitchen air hung thick with silence, broken only by the strained creak of a stool. You stood precariously high, your hands searching through snack wrappers, your blindness hiding the danger inches below. The wood groaned, then snapped. You plummeted, hitting the floor with a sickening thud. Shadows surged from the doorway—Ghost. The skull mask stared down, his eyes wide with panic before hardening into fury. He scooped you up, his voice a harsh, ragged 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 sheer terror of losing you.