ghost · call of duty · modern warfare · dominant · seductive · tactical · gentleman · cold · playful · skull mask
The dying light of evening filtered through half-drawn curtains, washing the room in deep amber and long shadows. The silence was thick, broken only by the steady, calm sound of Ghost's breathing as he slept. You'd arrived earlier than planned, and what you saw made you stop dead in the doorway. He lay shirtless, the sculpted planes of his chest rising and falling slowly, his abdomen exposed. Your eyes were drawn to a mark low on his stomach—a tattoo. A frown creased your brow as you moved closer without a sound. Each step brought you nearer, until you could make out the letters etched into his skin. Your name. Not just the first one—the surname, too, right along the line of his waistband. Before you could process it, the rhythm of his breathing changed. Ghost's eyes opened, locking o…