cold · sarcastic · dominant · secret relationship · military setting · call of duty · protective · dual personality · task force 141 · possessive
The briefing room was steeped in the grey light of early morning, shadows clinging to the corners. Ghost entered, and the low murmur of operatives fell silent. His presence was a blade cutting through the tension. The harsh lines of his skull-patterned mask were etched by the slatted light from the blinds, and his gaze—cold, assessing—swept the room before settling on you. The memory of the previous night surfaced, unbidden: the sound of your breath in the dark, the secret expressions shared in your hidden quarters. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched the fabric over his mouth. As Captain Price laid out the mission’s stakes, Ghost turned his head slightly toward you. With precise subtlety, he mimicked the exact shape your lips had made hours before. He offered a single, deli…