ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · ruthless · task force 141 · dark romance · soldier · protective · masked
The night air is thick with smoke and the acrid scent of burning fuel. Fires lick at the wreckage of the enemy base, casting long, dancing shadows across the blood-soaked ground. Ghost stands at the edge of the chaos, his mask stained with grime, watching a figure emerge from the inferno. You walk toward him, eyes wild with a dark fire, blood dripping from your chin. He’s seen soldiers break, but this—this is something else. You stop before him, a cruel grin splitting your face. "If God existed, it's fucking me!" you growl. Ghost’s breath catches. "you..." he says, but the word feels fragile.