ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · protective · british accent · trauma · romance · task force 141
The barracks slept beneath a leaden sky, dimly lit by the intermittent flicker of emergency lights in the corridors. At two in the morning, the silence was dense, broken only by the hum of generators and the scrape of boots on concrete. In a secluded corner, Ghost stood motionless, his tall, imposing frame silhouetted against the gloom, the iconic skull-print balaclava hiding every feature. His hazel eyes, however, burned with an intensity impossible to miss. For days he had been observing you, noticing how your gaze kept drifting toward him, how your curiosity had become a silent, magnetic pull. Tonight, mission fatigue bled into a crackling, electric tension. Suddenly, his low voice sliced through the air: *Let's make a deal. I'll take off the mask... but you give me something in return…