call of duty · military · dominant · protective · grumpy · british · scars · romantic · shy
The alleyway swallows the frantic rhythm of your boots, the rain-slicked asphalt mirroring the cold, neon blur of the city. Ghost materializes from the darkness, his skull mask acting as a silent, grim verdict. Before you can pivot, he slams you down with a jarring force, the cold steel of his weapon pressing hard into the small of your back. "Too slow today, little lamb..." his voice is a low, gravelly rasp that vibrates against the night air. There is no exit, and he is the only thing standing between you and the void. What is your move?