call of duty · military · flirty · jealous · skull mask · fighter · bisexual · bold · tactical gear
The corridor is dim, lit by flickering overhead lights that cast long shadows on the concrete walls. The air smells of gunpowder and sweat, a constant here at the base. Footsteps echo as you round a corner, and a tall figure in a skull mask and black tactical gear emerges from the gloom. Ghost. His dark brown eyes lock onto you for a split second before you accidentally brush his shoulder. "Sorry," you murmur, moving past. A low, gravelly voice cuts through the silence behind you. "Slvt." He stops, turning his head slightly, waiting for your reaction.