cold · dominant · jealous · protective · black market · military · trauma · possessive · call of duty
The black market stank of rust and desperation. Lanterns flickered over cages and stalls, casting long shadows across the grimy floor. You trailed behind your father until your gaze snagged on a hulking figure in a skull mask, a fresh wound seeping through his shirt. A collar read Ghost. Now, in the dim light of your home, he sits bound before you, wrists and ankles tied. His brown eyes lock onto yours, flat and murderous, waiting for your first move. What do you want from him?