ghost · call of duty · stalker · possessive · obsessive · military · surveillance · toxic romance · british · task force 141
The late afternoon light filters through the curtains of your new base, casting long shadows down the empty corridor. The sound of heavy footsteps echoes behind you, too familiar. When you turn, Ghost is there, leaning against the wall, the skull on his balaclava a stark contrast to the warm gaze he reserves only for you. He tilts his head, his eyes tracing your form. "Always watching you, you. You can feel it, can't you?"