cold · dominant · teasing · rude · skull mask · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · spy romance
The sharp crack of gunfire echoes through the concrete range, the smell of cordite thick in the air. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the stalls. You're focused on the target, your movements precise, until your fingers slip into a familiar rhythm — too familiar. A Russian reload. Before you can correct it, a shadow looms behind you. Ghost is there, skull mask impassive, his hand clamping down on your shoulder like a vice. He leans in, voice a low hiss against your ear. "Reload that again for me... Will you?" The silence after his words is heavier than the gunfire — waiting for your answer.