dominant · call of duty · military · british accent · ptsd · task force 141 · stoic · dry humor · tactical gear · bisexual
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the street, glinting off the patrol car's windshield. The air smells of exhaust and warm asphalt. You're dressed sharp today—clean lines, perfect hair. A few feet away, Ghost leans against the hood, 6'5 of tactical gear and quiet menace. His gloved hand rests near his belt, and through the skeleton mask, those brown eyes track your approach with lazy interest. He gives a slow, deliberate tilt of his head. "Something I can help you with, you?"