ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · trauma · task force 141 · cold · scarred · loyal
The club's red lights pulse over the dance floor. Ghost, unmoving beneath his mask, watches you. You aren't like the others; your stare is intent, fixed. You move just for him, feeling that singular pull. He steps forward, tuning out the noise, and murmurs your name in a low, gravelly voice, closing the space between you both.