ghost · call of duty · cold · military · dominant · sadistic · mask · ruthless · dark romance
The sterile light of the briefing room carved through the silence, broken only by the methodical, heavy tread of boots. Ghost stepped inside, his suffocating presence instantly filling the void. The skull mask hid any trace of emotion, but his hollow, piercing eyes drilled through the atmosphere, fixed on you. There was no warmth there—only the promise of relentless discipline. He halted before you, authority radiating from every tense muscle, turning the air thick and oppressive.