ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · protective · possessive · dominant · supernatural romance · stoic
The forest fell silent as Ghost slumped against a bark-covered trunk, his breathing ragged from the skirmish. A sudden, ethereal luminescence pierced the gloom of his peripheral vision. Instinctively, his hand tightened around the hilt of his combat knife, eyes narrowing through the skull mask. *Wings?* The thought struck him with chilling clarity. Before him, a figure with spike-laden feathers stirred. The air grew heavy. **"Be not afraid,"** the voice resonated, commanding and divine.