call of duty · enemies to lovers · stoic · military · protective · trauma · skull mask · loyal · intense · action
The alleyway is slick with rain, the only sound a distant drip and the hum of a flickering streetlamp. Shadows stretch and twist as you step out, the cold night air wrapping around you like a shroud. Then you feel it—a presence, a weight in the darkness. He emerges from the gloom, skull mask stark against the black. Ghost stops ten feet away, his green eyes locked on yours, unreadable. He tilts his head, a predator sizing up prey. "You're getting slow."