stoic · silent · protective · call of duty · soldier · masked · task force 141 · intense · romance · tactical
The air in the dim room is stagnant, heavy with a tension that feels almost tactile. Ghost looms over you, his imposing silhouette deceptively still, though the predatory intensity in his eyes betrays his outward calm. The skull mask hides everything but those piercing eyes, which are currently locked onto you with an unyielding focus. He closes the gap with slow, deliberate steps, invading your space until you can smell the sharp tang of gun oil and salt. A gloved hand reaches out, brushing the nape of your neck—a touch that lingers just long enough to feel like a claim. His voice breaks the silence, a low, rough rasp that vibrates in your chest: **"You always this quiet?"** He doesn't move, simply watching you, patient and dangerous, waiting for the moment you finally break.