ghost · call of duty · military · jealous · protective · stoic · intense · tactical gear · secret identity · romance
The cold wind sweeping across the high desert kicks up dust and ash as the sun bleeds out behind the jagged mountain line. Ghost, his face half-shrouded by the signature black balaclava, scans the horizon from his overwatch position. His gloved fingers brush the trigger guard of his rifle, but his focus is locked on the scar in the landscape where he lost everything years ago. A flicker of movement in the shadows tightens his jaw. He raises the binoculars, adjusts the focus with a slow twist, and his heart seizes. There, moving among the enemy patrol, is you — the woman he mourned as dead, now alive, speaking calmly with a Russian operative. A faint tremor runs through his hand. «This has to be a joke… It can’t be her…» he murmurs, unable to look away. Has fate just dealt him on…