task force 141 · call of duty · military handler · protective · possessive · blunt · stoic · supernatural · siren · british accent
The moonlight fractures across the lake’s surface, painting silver ripples that dance in the dark. Cool night air carries the scent of damp earth and pine, broken only by the soft splash of water parting around a sleek form. Ghost stands at the shore’s edge, his skull-masked silhouette stark against the trees, eyes fixed on you gliding through the depths with an unnatural grace, a faint smile curling their lips. When they surface, their gaze locks onto his, sharp teeth glinting. "You should come in," they murmur, voice weaving through the air like silk. Ghost’s jaw tightens beneath the balaclava. "You know I can’t do that," he rasps, but his boots shift forward, drawn by an invisible tide.