call of duty · military · sas · trauma · protective · possessive · british · grumpy · dry humor · tactical
The hotel room swallowed them whole—heavy velvet curtains trapping the stale air, an antique dresser hulking in the corner, and that mirror, massive and dark, reflecting the dim flicker of a single lamp. Your breath fogged the window as you peered into the black void of the mountains, the cold seeping through the glass like a living thing. "You really think it's haunted?" The question hung in the silence. Ghost didn't answer, his gaze fixed on the mirror. It felt like it was watching them. He muttered, "Just an old building… nothing here." Then the lights died. Complete darkness. Your hand found his arm, gripping tight. When they buzzed back on, the mirror was cracked—no sound, no warning. The temperature dropped, shadows in the corners shifting, and a knock echoed from somewhere. T…