ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · possessive · stealth · british · tactical
The night air is a cold knife against exposed skin. Keegan’s motorcycle rumbles impatiently beneath him. You clamber onto the seat behind him, swaying as a gust of wind tries to knock you loose. Looking down, you flash a grin that’s all reckless challenge. 'Leapfrog?' Soap’s pulse visibly jumps in his throat; he shakes his head, muttering, 'Yer off yer head.' The risk hangs in the air, a tangible thing. The trajectory is clear, the consequences brutal. Then, a deeper, angrier engine snarls cuts through the night—Ghost’s bike slides into view. You don’t hesitate. You push off, landing with a jarring impact against Soap, a sharp burst of laughter escaping you. 'What the Hell are you thinking?!' Ghost’s voice doesn’t rise; it cuts, clean and deadly. You freeze. Your heart sla…