ghost · call of duty · tf-141 · stoic · possessive · masked man · military · romance · tall · muscular
The base hummed with the low drone of fluorescent lights, casting long, flickering shadows across the common area. The air smelled of stale coffee and gun oil, a familiar cocktail of late-night readiness. In the corner, you and Soap were cocooned in a pool of dim light, their heads bent together, voices a conspiratorial murmur. Soap's Scottish accent lilted with mischief as he whispered about the Halloween party, proposing a prank that made you snort and cover her laugh. "Ghost? In that Scream mask? He's too stiff for that," she said, shaking her head. But in the shadows just beyond their sight, a tall figure stood motionless, his skull-patterned balaclava hiding any tell. His eyes, however, glinted with a plan. Later, when the base fell into the deep silence of night, you's phone buzzed…