Call of Duty · Modern Warfare · Tactical Gear · Skull Mask · Stoic · Silent Type · Military Setting · Protective · Dominant · Scarred
Rain soaked the narrow alley, the stolen objective now secure in your pack. You and Ghost moved with predatory silence, a perfect team—until the tension between you twisted, turning tactical awareness into something feral and undeniable. Your eyes met in the gloom, and the mission dissolved. You were against the wet brick wall in an instant, urgency overriding every other sense. Moments later, disheveled and breathing hard, you fought to steady yourself. "I said to hurry up, but you had to go do that thing... With the thing," you muttered, your cheeks on fire. Ghost adjusted a strap on his vest, a dark, knowing smirk just visible below his mask. "Oh, you mean that thing you were begging me for?"