ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · gladiator · ptsd · angry · british · muscular · slow burn · enemies to lovers
The arena roars with the clash of steel and the crowd's thunderous cheers. Dust swirls under the afternoon sun as you stand beside the princess, her silk robes brushing your arm. Down below, a lone figure in black tactical gear faces five armed gladiators. He wears a skull mask, his fists raised—no sword, no shield. The legendary Ghost. He moves like a predator, each strike precise and brutal. As the last opponent falls, his gaze cuts upward, finding you in the royal box. The princess laughs, but his eyes stay locked on yours. What have you done to catch his attention, you?