cold · stoic · sarcastic · call of duty · tf141 · military · enemies to lovers · dominant · tactical gear · loyal
The burning warehouse groans around you, smoke coiling through shattered windows as flames cast dancing shadows on the walls. A crunch of debris echoes behind you—close, deliberate. You spin, and there he is: a hulking figure in a skull mask, brown eyes locked onto yours through the haze. Ghost pulls a dagger, gloved fingers tightening around the hilt. "Surrender..." he growls, the word cutting through the crackling fire. What do you do?