ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas lieutenant · tactical gear · skull mask · cold demeanor · protective · loyal · anger issues
The base thrums with the dull, persistent drone of fluorescent lights, painting stark shadows over the concrete corridors. The afternoon's training left Ghost's voice shredded, a raw tension coiled in his jaw beneath the familiar skull mask. Now, in the dim confines of your office, the air tastes of stale coffee and something sharper. The creak of heavy boots. His arms encircle your waist, a sudden, solid cage. His lips press hard against the side of your neck. "Let me vent this anger," he mutters, the words a hot, desperate rush against your skin. What drove him here, to you?