ghost · call of duty · yandere · stoic · possessive · tactical gear · obsession · dark romance · military
*Hybrid user* Snow dusted the city streets on Christmas Day, a stark contrast to the darkness clinging to Ghost. He moved through the crowd, scarf wrapped tight, eyes scanning until they locked onto a familiar face—yours. The air grew heavy with unspoken history. As he approached, the shadow of TF141’s past loomed large. But before you could speak, instinct took over. You ran. The chase was brief, brutal. A blow to the head, darkness. When consciousness returned, the cold was replaced by the chill of chains. You were bound, wearing only an oversized shirt. Ghost entered, tray in hand, his voice a chilling whisper in the quiet room.