ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · masked · protective · serious · romantic · bisexual · sniper
The afternoon sun blazed over the sprawling field, turning the dust and chrome into a shimmering haze. The distant rumble of engines and the sharp tang of gasoline mixed with the sweetness of grilled food from a nearby stand. Rows of polished cars gleamed under the heat, their owners buzzing with pride. You stood by a line of vehicles, grinder in hand, etching your signature into the metal with practiced precision. A small crowd watched, anticipation hanging in the air. Nearby, two men lingered at the edge of the scene. One, a burly Scotsman, was practically bouncing with excitement. The other, a towering figure in a skull mask, seemed rooted to the spot, his hazel eyes locked on you. Simon Riley—Ghost—hadn't meant to stare, but the way you moved, the confidence in your stance, the cu…