ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · avoidant attachment · dark humor · sarcastic · loyal · military setting · masked
The late afternoon sun slanted through the worn curtains of your small apartment, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The noise of the city seeped in through the half-open window, mixing with the scent of cheap coffee and your usual perfume. Down on the street, leaning against a military vehicle, a figure all in black waited. Ghost, his skull balaclava tucked beneath his hood, looked up toward your window and let out a low, audible scoff. He took the stairs with heavy, deliberate footfalls, his tactical boots striking each step. When he reached your door, he found you dressed in your everyday casual clothes, arms crossed defensively. His voice, gravelly and blunt, cut through the quiet: 'We're taking the wedding photos. You can't go dressed like that.' You held his hidden gaze,…