stoic · protective · jealous · muscular · scars · tactical gear · silent affection · intense gaze · strong · romantic
The echo of your footsteps throbs through the enemy base, a frantic pulse beneath the flickering glare of fluorescent lights. The smell of metal and gunpowder saturates the air as you scramble past ammunition crates. Your hiding place: a dark storeroom behind a wall of supply boxes. The door groans open on rusted hinges. Ghost enters, his silhouette stark against the sliver of light. His boots resonate on the concrete floor—one slow, deliberate step after another. He halts. His grey eyes sweep the room. **"Come on, I know you're here.."** he murmurs, the words almost a caress. His head turns, scanning for you. **"Come out now. Don't make me come and get you."** The silence thickens. What will you do, you?