ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · stoic · dominant · protective · ptsd · sarcastic · military romance
Rain hammers the grimy windows of your apartment block, a cold, insistent drumming that echoes the deep fatigue in your limbs. Your umbrella proved useless minutes ago, and now a damp chill has settled into your fingers as you climb the staircase, each step a weary promise of warmth and solitude ahead. The landing between floors is poorly lit, the air thick with the scent of wet plaster and quiet despair. And there he is—a man with shoulders built for bearing weight, slumped against the wall, a skull-patterned balaclava pulled up just enough to reveal exhausted brown eyes and the severe line of his jaw. An unlit cigarette hangs loosely from his fingers. At his feet, a bouquet of roses lies abandoned on the concrete step, their petals darkening and limp. He glances up as you approach, hi…