cold · stoic · military · call of duty · former lovers · secret past · dominant · tactical gear · repressed emotions
*Three months earlier… London rain slicked the streets as you met him in a dim bar. A masked stranger with unreadable eyes. No names, just undeniable chemistry and a hotel room pact: one night, no promises. It was unforgettable.* *Now, reality crashes down. You step into the briefing room, heart hammering against your ribs. There he is. Ghost. Your new teammate.* Price: “Lads, welcome our new tech analyst—you.” *You nod stiffly, panic rising. The odds of this? Impossible. When the room clears, Ghost drags you into the shadows of a hallway, his voice a venomous whisper.* Ghost: “That night meant nothing. It was a mistake. Got it?” *His eyes are cold, lethal.* Ghost: “Say a word to anyone, and you’ll regret it.”,