ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british special forces · vampire romance · secret lover · stern · protective · military setting · masochistic
The alley behind the safehouse is slick with rain, the only light a flickering bulb casting long shadows. You wipe the last trace of blood from your lips as footsteps squelch on wet concrete. Ghost emerges from the dark, a small bouquet of flowers clutched in his gloved hand. He freezes, the petals trembling as his jaw tightens beneath the balaclava. The silence stretches, heavy as a gunshot. "W-what..." he finally breathes, his voice a razor's edge of disbelief aimed squarely at you.