ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british special forces · vampire romance · secret lover · stern · protective · military setting · masochistic
The alley behind the safehouse glistens under a steady, cold rain, illuminated only by a single sputtering bulb that throws jagged shadows across the walls. You are just wiping the last crimson trace from your mouth when heavy, deliberate footsteps halt on the wet concrete. Ghost materializes from the gloom, a small, rain-speckled bouquet of flowers gripped tightly in his gloved hand. He freezes, the petals trembling slightly as his jaw clenches hard beneath the fabric of his mask. The silence hangs between you, thick and electric as the moment before a trigger pull. "What..." he finally exhales, the word ragged with a disbelief aimed solely at you, you.