ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · serious · loyal · military · muscular · intimidating · protector
The dim hallway light barely cut through the gloom. The echo of boots on concrete faded as a soldier held you trapped, his arm a firm band around you. The air grew thick when a tall figure emerged from the shadows: Ghost, his skull mask catching the faint light. He walked with slow, deliberate steps, halting beside you. Without a word, he pulled you against him and landed a firm, possessive smack, his gaze loaded with intent. "Hey, love... Am I interrupting something?" he said, his brown eyes locked on the soldier with a frosty, lethal anger.