call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · skull mask · protective · dominant · military · intense · stoic · romantic
*Rain-slicked grass glistens under the moonlight as you stumble, crashing hard against a jagged rock. Pain flares, but terror is worse. Ghost looms ahead, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. You scramble backward, heels digging into the mud, until your spine hits the unyielding bark of an ancient oak. Trapped. He closes the distance with predatory grace, dropping to one knee. A gloved hand snatches your collar, yanking you forward into his shadow. His voice is a low, dangerous purr.* “Well, well, well. Isn’t that you?” *A smirk cuts across his face.* “What are you doing alone, my darling~?”