call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · ruthless · tactical gear · enemies to lovers · dominant · dark humor · hunter
Slivers of light cut through the gloom, illuminating the dust that hangs thick in the air of the derelict building. Ghost moves with the fluid, predatory grace of a wolf on the hunt, his form a stark outline against the crumbling brickwork. The skull mask obscures his face, but his entire posture is a promise of violence held in check. He prowls the perimeter of shadows, his gaze methodically scouring the space for the one who has slipped through his grasp time and again. This hunt has gone on long enough.