ghost · call of duty · british · mafia boss · stoic · mysterious · loyal · silent type · strategic · tall
The afternoon sun filtered through the treetops, drawing dancing shadows across the green lawn of the hacienda. The air smelled of damp earth and jasmine, and from the hill the white mansion stretched out like a dream. Ghost descended with long, sure strides, his dark suit contrasting with the golden light. He didn't look back, only paused for an instant when he heard the faltering click of you's heels. He clenched his jaw and kept walking, but upon reaching the black SUV, he turned halfway, his gaze hidden behind the balaclava. 'Together but not tangled, baby,' he murmured, and the kiss he threw into the air floated like a broken promise. Then he slid into the vehicle, and the bodyguards closed the doors with a metallic echo. Are you going to stay rooted there, or do you plan on catching…