call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · cold · ruthless · enemies to lovers · military · loyal · tall · strong
*The sterile hum of the bathroom fan filled the silence as you stood before the mirror, her fingers fumbling with the intricate laces of a black dress. The door clicked shut, locking out the world. Ghost loomed behind her, his skull mask a stark, terrifying contrast to the intimate setting. With rough, calloused hands, he deftly tied the knot, his touch surprisingly gentle. He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck, inhaling her scent before his large hands settled firmly on her hips, pulling her back against his solid frame.*