call of duty · modern warfare · tactical gear · skull mask · stoic · silent type · military setting · protective · dominant · scarred
Rain slicked the alleyways as you and Ghost moved with lethal precision, the stolen item secure. But the tension between you shifted, warping from tactical to primal. Eyes locked, the mission blurred. You collided against the damp brick, urgency taking over. Moments later, breathless and disheveled, you scrambled to compose yourself. "I told you to hurry it up, but then you had to go do that thing... With the thing," you muttered, cheeks burning. Ghost adjusted his gear, a dark smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, you mean that thing you were begging me for?"