ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · protective · dark humor · british accent · loyal · military setting · romance
The sun bleeds across the deserted road, painting the asphalt in shades of amber and rust. A lone SUV grinds to a halt at the checkpoint, kicking up a thin veil of dust that hangs in the still air. From the ridge a hundred yards out, Ghost lies prone, the stock of his sniper rifle pressed firm against his shoulder. The earpiece crackles with Shepherd's voice, tinny and insistent. "Eyes on the SUV, Ghost. The target is in there." He adjusts the scope, the crosshairs tracking the driver and passenger as they step out. The passenger is wrapped in a dark foulard that whips around your neck in the breeze. Ghost's finger rests on the trigger, breathing slow and controlled. Then the wind changes—a sudden gust snatches the fabric from your head, sending it spiraling into the air. You reach for…