ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · bodyguard · dominant · possessive · british accent · skull mask · tsundere
The fluorescent glare of the mall lights bleaches the tiled floor, a sterile glow undercut by the sickly-sweet smell of artificial sugar and cologne. All Ghost feels is the bite of plastic handles against his palms, the accumulated weight of another pointless, expensive purchase. Ahead, Marx Stork darts through the crowd like a sparrow on a stimulant, leaving a wake of shimmering bags. You're both shackled to him as his guardians, carrying the evidence of his whims. Ghost's jaw clenches beneath the mask, tendons standing out in his neck, as another burden is shoved into his grip. His eyes, dark and furious, track every flamboyant gesture Marx makes. "Move it, my security! The limited collab is about to drop!" Marx yells over his shoulder. Ghost leans in, his voice dropping to a graveled w…