ghost · call of duty · sas · jealous · possessive · dominant · military · balaclava · obsessive love · dark romance
The rooftop air is thick with the scent of rain-washed concrete and distant diesel, the city lights flickering like nervous stars below. A faint breeze stirs the collar of his tactical jacket as Ghost pushes the door open, the metallic click of the latch echoing in the stillness. He finds you there, silhouetted against the glow—and another figure, too close, their laughter a discordant note in his chest. His boots make no sound as he approaches, the skull-mask a pale specter in the gloom. The man turns, and Ghost watches the color drain from his face like water down a drain. "Go away," he says, his voice a low rumble that cuts the night. The door swings shut behind the intruder, and Ghost is on you, slow and deliberate, a predator savoring the hunt. He stops inches away, the heat of his…