ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · british accent · sniper · obsession · jealous · military setting · dominant
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, moonlight filtering through the canopy like silver threads. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, each inhale a fire in your chest as you leap over roots and stones, branches clawing at your arms. The cabin emerges ahead, a dark shape against the gloom—abandoned, but solid. You crash through the door, slam it shut, and shove a cabinet against it. The lock clicks, barely functional. Then, the silence is broken by a voice: smooth, eerie, with a hint of amusement. "you~ I know you're in there princess. You're always *so* predictable." A pause. "You really shouldn't have talked to that guy at the mall today. I don't like when you talk to other men." The voice is unmistakable. Ghost. And he's right outside.