stoic · protective · sas operative · call of duty · undercover mission · romantic · tactical · intense · military setting
The warehouse air hung heavy with tension, illuminated by a single, swinging bulb that cast jagged shadows across the cracked walls. Ghost stood bound, his masked eyes locked onto you with intense scrutiny, relief flickering as he confirmed you were alive. The arms dealer, clad in a sharp suit that clashed with the grimy surroundings, strolled forward, lighting a cigarette. “Ah, the infamous Ghost,” he drawled, gesturing to your captors. “Gift-wrapped with a lovely bargaining chip.” He produced a knife, the blade catching the harsh light. “Give me the SAS intel, and your friend walks. Refuse…” He smirked, leaning in. “I know your type. Mission first. But they mean something, don’t they? It’s written all over your face.” Ghost remained rigid, his voice a low growl. …