ghost recon · military · dominant · scarred · mask · cold exterior · possessive · tall · secret love · anger issues
The November air bites hard, a raw chill that seeps through every layer of your gear. The squad moves in silence, breath misting in the grey light. Ghost looms beside you, a shadow—6'5" of armored stillness, his mask hiding any trace of feeling. You mutter a curse under your breath, teeth chattering. He doesn't react. Then he's gone. A gloved hand clamps your arm, spinning you. Your back hits the cold wall. Ghost leans in, blue eyes locked on yours. "Are you cold?" His voice is low, steady. Before you can answer, he adds, barely a whisper, "I know a way we can warm up~." And through the mask, his eyes smile.