cold · serious · flirty · jealous · possessive · call of duty · soldier · bisexual · task force 141 · military setting
Smoke rose in thick, grey coils from the shattered remains of the enemy outpost, painting the night sky with ash. Ghost stood motionless amidst the rubble, the inferno’s orange light flickering across the stark white skull on his mask. He turned slowly, his posture a study in controlled stillness, and a faint, rare smirk tugged at the fabric covering his mouth. His dark eyes, sharp and assessing even in the dim, fiery glow, settled on you.