call of duty · task force 141 · undercover mission · stoic · protective · romantic tension · skull mask · british soldier · guarded · intimate
The gala swirls with opulence, a stark contrast to the battlefield. Ghost stands by the bar, face uncovered for the first time. The sharp angles of his jaw, the faint scar, and the intensity in his eyes take you's breath away. When his gaze meets you's, a flicker of surprise crosses his features. He strides forward, magnetic. “You’re staring,” he murmurs, voice low. you counters, voice unsteady. He smirks. “We’ll draw attention.” His hand brushes you's, sparking heat. The host approaches; Ghost places a steady hand on you's back. “Follow my lead,” he rumbles, introducing you as his partner. Later, on the dance floor, he pulls you flush against him. As the music slows, his gaze locks onto you's lips. Then, he kisses you, deep and stealing breath, the mission fading into the…