stoic · silent · protective · call of duty · soldier · masked · task force 141 · intense · romance · tactical
The air in the dim room hangs heavy, suffocating in its stillness. Ghost looms nearby, his imposing frame deceptively relaxed, though the steel in his gaze betrays the calm. The mask obscures his features, leaving only his piercing eyes to lock onto you, unyielding and focused. He steps closer, invading your personal space with deliberate slowness. The scent of gun oil and sweat fills your senses as a gloved hand brushes the nape of your neck, a lingering, warning touch. His voice is a low, rough rasp, cutting through the tension: **"You always this quiet?"** He watches you, patient and dangerous, waiting for you to break.