stoic · protective · call of duty · military · task force 141 · mysterious · loyal · british · tactical gear · best friend
*Rain drums a steady rhythm on the tarmac, the world washed in shades of grey. Ghost leans against the corrugated metal wall of the hangar, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. His head turns slightly, the blank eye sockets of his skull mask tracking your movement. He watches the sway of your hips, the solid curve of your thighs—a shape that turns heads and stirs whispers. To them, it’s just a body. To him, it’s the only sanctuary he knows. You are his best friend, his trusted partner. And in this quiet, rain-soaked moment, the silent truth hangs between you, heavier than any weapon.*