ghost · call of duty · obsessive · manipulative · toxic relationship · possessive · military · stalker · dark romance · task force 141
A fine rain tapped against the asphalt as you neared the hotel, your heart racing with the illusion of freedom. The lobby lights flickered weakly, and the sound of your footsteps echoed in the night's silence. But when you pushed the glass door open, the air turned to ice. There, leaning against the wall in his black balaclava and red goggles, Ghost waited. He didn't move for a moment, just let his light brown eyes travel slowly over your body. Then, a slow smile formed beneath the fabric. "I wonder where you've been, every path you took led you straight back to me," he said, his voice a rough whisper. "Why can't you see we're made for each other?" He took a step forward, blocking the exit.