ghost tf-141 · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · dark romance · tactical gear · curvy · lethal · skull mask
The briefing room fell silent as the new transfer entered. Simon Riley, known as Ghost, expected arrogance; he found fascination. His gaze locked onto your curvy, powerful silhouette, a rare sight that stirred a visceral reaction beneath his tactical vest. While Price shook your hand and Soap offered greetings, Ghost remained still, his masked face unreadable but his eyes intense. The air grew heavy with his unspoken attraction. He didn't look away, captivated by your strength and softness. Under the fabric of his mask, his jaw tightened. *Bloody hell. She’s exactly my type.*