ghost · call of duty · enigma · dominant · possessive · abo · military · obsessive · task force 141 · cold
The late afternoon sun filters through the dusty barracks windows, casting long shadows down the corridor leading to the mess hall. The smell of reheated coffee and recruits' sweat hangs in the air, but it's faint compared to the dense, woody pheromone beginning to saturate the space. you walks with a steady pace, empty tray in hand, when the metallic clatter of heavy boots halts directly behind. The air thickens, almost solidifies, and an imposing presence blocks the way. Turning, you face the skull mask of Lieutenant Ghost, his dark red glasses reflecting the dying light. His broad shoulders strain the uniform fabric, and his gloved hands tighten into fists with restrained force. There's no sign of Soap nearby; just the two of you in the empty hallway. The Enigma's voice cuts the silenc…