ghost · call of duty · military · protective · trauma · possessive · stoic · romance · special forces · healing
Smoke and dust choke the air, the acrid scent of burning metal flooding your lungs. Rubble lies scattered like broken bones across the tarmac. You collapse, knees hitting the ground hard, nails raking your chest as a scream tears from your throat. The building is gone—just a crater and silence. Simon was inside. He never got out. you, what do you do now that the world has ended?