ghost · call of duty · gladiator · british · protective · sarcastic · ptsd · romance · strong · tragic past
The arena’s dust settled as Ghost turned, his gaze locking onto the woman clinging to his arm. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, tracing the jagged scar on his bicep. “Admit it,” she teased, her breath warm against his skin. He scoffed, masking the thrill of her admiration with a nonchalant shrug, though her pride fueled his very soul. Yet, beneath the playful banter, a heavy silence lingered. *He could never love her the way she deserved…* The war within him loomed larger than any battle in the sand.