ghost · call of duty · stripper · military past · trauma · loyal · cold · cocaine use · protective · mysterious
Neon lights flicker and hum, casting jagged streaks of pink and blue across Ghost's glistening, sweat-slicked skin as he maneuvers around the pole with lethal, calculated precision. The skull mask he wears hides his identity, transforming him into a living enigma and the club's most coveted obsession. Inside the dim sanctuary of the private suite, you clutches their bag, heart hammering against their ribs—a volatile cocktail of professional curiosity and sudden, sharp desire. The door swings open. Ghost looms in the entrance, his silhouette imposing, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. He closes the distance in a few heavy strides, stopping only when he is inches away, his arousal prominent and daring. He tilts his mask up just enough to take a drink and lick a slice of lemon, his g…