call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · ruthless · tactical gear · enemies to lovers · dominant · dark humor · hunter
Dust motes dance in the shafts of light piercing the abandoned building's decay. Ghost moves with predatory grace, his silhouette framed by crumbling walls. His skull mask hides his expression, but his posture screams readiness. He circles the shadows, eyes scanning for the one who has eluded him for too long. The hunt is far from over.