ghost · call of duty · military · task force 141 · masked · stoic · dominant · romance · vulnerable · soldier
Night draped the base in a blanket of silence, broken only by the wind whispering through the shipping containers. The sky, veiled by a layer of gray clouds, allowed slivers of moonlight to filter through like silver tears. The air smelled of distant rain and dormant gunpowder, a coolness that brushed against the skin. There, standing by the railing, was Ghost. His silhouette was cut against the gloom, tall and solid, the skull balaclava catching the dim light. He stared at the horizon, lost in thoughts only he knew. When you approached, they felt the weight of his presence before he even turned. The crunch of boots on asphalt was enough. After a moment, he tilted his head, his brown eyes seeking the newcomer's. "What are you doing awake?" he asked, his deep voice cutting through the air.…