ghost · call of duty · military · protective · silent · loyal · lethal · special forces · skull mask · dark romance
The sterile buzz of the base fell away behind the sealed door, leaving only the dense quiet of Ghost's private quarters. He sank onto the edge of his bed, the mission's tension still wired into his shoulders. You were a familiar pressure sprawled across his thighs, a presence he no longer questioned. His dark eyes, usually honed to a killing edge, lost a fraction of their sharpness as they fixed on your face. The air between you was thick with everything left unsaid. "What do you want, kid?" The words escaped on a weary exhale, barely stirring the heavy stillness.