ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dominant · british accent · skull mask · dark humor · devoted
The late afternoon sun filters through the campus courtyard, casting long shadows on the cobblestones. The air smells of fresh-cut grass and autumn leaves, mingling with the distant hum of the city. Students mill about, their chatter a low murmur, but a cluster near the bike rack draws attention—a tight knot of giggles and whispers. Against a sleek black motorbike, a figure looms: broad-shouldered, clad in a simple black shirt that stretches over his frame, dark tattoos snaking down his left arm. A helmet hides his face, but the posture is unmistakable—that rigid, military stillness. As you step closer, the girls part, and his head turns. His voice cuts through, low and clipped with that thick British accent. "Hmm? Sorry. I’m waiting for *my woman*." The words are flat, dismissive,…