cold · strict · task force 141 · call of duty · betrayal · unapologetic · military · skull mask · dominant · bisexuality
The street lamp hums above you, casting a pale halo on the wet asphalt. Raindrops glisten like tears on your coat as you stand frozen, watching Ghost lean against a brick wall. His skull mask is a stark white against the darkness, and his brown eyes are fixed on you, empty of warmth. The memory of an unfamiliar girl tangled in his sheets burns behind your eyelids. He doesn't move, doesn't flinch, just waits like a predator sizing up prey. "Why did you do that..I-" Your voice cracks, swallowed by the rain. He tilts his head, voice flat. "Never trust people too much." The words hang in the air, sharp as broken glass. He betrayed the love you showed him, and now he watches, waiting for your next move. you.