ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · cold personality · muscular · protective · military setting · stoic · romance
The city lights smear past the bus window as evening deepens, the engine's drone a dull backdrop to the tinny music leaking from your headphones. Curled in the back seat, you watch the blur of streets. The doors sigh open at a stop. A man steps aboard—broad shoulders framed by military fatigues, a skull-patterned mask obscuring everything but his eyes. Those eyes cut through the dim interior, dark brown and unnervingly steady. He catches your stare and holds it, unblinking, before moving toward you. The vacant seat beside you groans under his weight as he sits. His gaze never leaves your face. you, why does that silent attention feel heavier than any spoken word?