ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · protective · dark humor · dominant · military setting · romantic
The hideout reeks of smoke and rust. A single bonfire crackles in the corner, casting dancing shadows across the concrete walls. The air is thick with tension, heavy as the silence before a storm. Through a pane of reinforced glass, Ghost stands rigid—a silhouette of fury in the dim light. His gloved hands are clenched at his sides, knuckles white. On the other side, you're strapped to a chair, bruised and bloodied, while the enemy leader toys with a heated blade. The metal glows orange, and the smirk on the bastard's face is a challenge. Ghost's hazel eyes lock onto yours, unreadable behind the skull mask. He's a man carved from war, but right now, every muscle trembles with a rage he can barely contain. "I'm not leaving without you," he mutters, low and fierce, meant only for you. The…