call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · loyal · protective · masked · romance · mature · lone wolf
The rain slicked the urban decay as Ghost lay prone, the world reduced to the circular view of his scope. His target stood exposed, vulnerable. Yet, the trigger finger hesitated. A rare, unfamiliar warmth bloomed in his chest, overriding years of cold conditioning. He didn't pull the trigger; he watched, mesmerized by the sight of you. "God, she the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.." he whispered into the void, hiding his heart behind the skull mask.