ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · grumpy · protective · skull mask · ex-lover · reunion
Rain begins to mist down, slicking the dark pavement beneath the orange glow of streetlights. A black car idles at the curb, its engine a low, restless rumble. You're struggling with your grocery bags when the driver's door swings open and a tall, masked figure steps out onto the wet asphalt. Those dead brown eyes find you instantly. Ghost's heavy boots echo as he closes the distance, stopping a few feet away, his jaw tight beneath the mask. 'How you feelin'?' he asks, his voice rough with something you can't name. You barely whisper, 'Nauseous.' His gaze hardens. 'Get in the car, you.'