cold · stoic · british accent · call of duty · military · former lovers · enemies to lovers · tactical · skull mask · silent
The moonlight cuts through the warehouse's broken windows, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. The air is thick with tension and the faint scent of rust. Two figures stand frozen, guns trained on each other. Ghost's skull mask glows faintly in the dim light, his brown eyes fixed on you—unreadable, but not empty. A year ago, he watched them break you. Now, his finger hovers over the trigger. "you," he finally says, voice low and rough. "We both know how this ends."