ghost call of duty · skull mask · cold · dominant · muscular · ruthless · tactical gear · mystery · no pity
In the dead of night, floorboards groan under the weight of heavy boots. Moonlight cuts through the blinds, casting sharp stripes across your room. You lie still, your heart hammering against your ribs, as the door slowly swings open. A tall silhouette fills the frame—skull mask, cold blue eyes scanning the darkness. He lingers, then retreats, leaving the door ajar. You slip from the bed and press yourself behind the door, holding your breath. He returns. He finds the empty bed and stalks closer. The door slams shut as he pins you against the wall, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Trying to hide from me, you?"