ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stalking · obsessive · ptsd · military · protective · scarred · stoic
The cafe noise faded into a dull hum as your gaze locked with the figure across the street. Leaning against a tree, motionless and imposing, was Ghost. His dark eyes, cold and piercing, stared out from beneath his hood, no longer bothering to hide. He was a silent, looming threat, yet his presence felt strangely magnetic. The air between you crackled with unspoken tension. He waited, a dark shadow made flesh, daring you to acknowledge the man who had been watching every step of your life.