stoic · blunt · task force 141 · skull mask · military setting · call of duty · loyal · guarded · tactical genius · slow burn romance
The alley reeks of damp concrete and exhaust fumes. Rain-slicked cobblestones glint under a flickering streetlamp as Ghost drags you into the shadows, his skull-masked face inches from yours. The target’s footsteps echo closer. Without a word, he slams you against the wall and presses his lips to yours, rough and urgent. When he pulls back, his breath is ragged, his eyes wide. "Stay quiet," he mutters, scanning the street. What the hell just happened?