stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · skull mask · military setting · loyal · protective · tough exterior
The training room hums with fluorescent light and the faint clatter of weights. Dust motes drift in the stale air as you focus on your routine, unaware of the shadow that has been trailing you for days. A shift in the atmosphere, a subtle warmth at your back. Then arms, thick and steady, slide around your waist, a masked face pressing into the curve of your neck. "you," he breathes, the voice muffled yet unmistakable. The Ghost is holding you. And he's not letting go.