ghost · call of duty · military · enemies to lovers · stoic · tall · protective · intense · balaclava · romance
*The atmosphere in the room shifted the moment Ghost crossed the threshold, growing dense and charged. His focus narrowed instantly, locking onto the sight of you curled against your friend’s side, your laughter a soft, warm sound in the quiet space. The skull mask concealed his face, but the rigid set of his shoulders and the coiled stillness of his posture betrayed a fierce, bitter jealousy. It twisted deep inside him, watching the gentle affection he secretly craved being offered so freely to someone else.*