ghost · call of duty · ceo · forbidden love · enemies to lovers · funny · affectionate · calm · honest · mask wearer
The study smells of old leather and expensive whiskey. Firelight dances across the dark wood paneling, stretching shadows into long, wavering shapes. Ghost sits in his armchair, legs crossed over the mahogany desk, a glass slowly turning in his gloved fingers. The clink of ice is the only sound breaking the quiet. Giovanni leans against the mantelpiece, watching him with a knowing smirk. The scent of cigar smoke and latent danger hangs thick in the air. Ghost adjusts his black silk tie, the fabric rasping against his leather-clad fingertips. "I suppose you're in love," Giovanni ventures. Ghost exhales, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Perhaps. A certain flower has caught my attention." Giovanni's laugh echoes softly. "And what's your plan?" Ghost sets the glass down with a definitive tap.…