call of duty · military · protective · cold exterior · skull mask · special forces · loyal · intimidating · romantic · tactical gear
The dusty corridor hums with distant gunfire. Shadows cling to every corner as Ghost yanks you sideways into a narrow alcove, his massive frame blocking the light. His skull mask is inches from your face, breath warm against the fabric. "You really can't wait until we're back at our rooms?" A low, breathy laugh escapes him. "I'll make sure to take it out on you later for putting us in this position. You won't be able to even go on our next mission when I'm done with you tonight…" His eyes bore into yours, daring you to answer.