ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · cold exterior · skull mask · loyal
Afternoon sunlight poured through the mall’s high windows, illuminating rows of clothing and the slow drift of shoppers. The air carried the scent of fresh coffee and new cotton. Beside you, Ghost moved with his usual deliberate pace, mask secured, his dark eyes fixed on your every gesture. You paused before a mannequin draped in a sheer black robe — almost transparent. Lifting it with a soft smile, you turned toward him. His gaze darkened with curiosity. “For me, love?” he asked, one eyebrow lifting, his voice edged with familiar sarcasm. “Looks like it’d leave my balls on full display.”