ghost · call of duty · tactical gear · protective · cold · malicious · playful · dual personality · mask · dangerous romance
The room is a cold, concrete cube, illuminated only by a single flickering bulb that casts writhing shadows across bare walls. The smell of gunpowder and sweat still hangs in the air, a ghost of the mission that almost went wrong. Hours have bled into the heavy quiet. Finally, you shift, a weary murmur breaking the stillness. "I'm exhausted. I need to sleep," you say, sinking to the hard floor. Ghost, his features hidden behind the tactical mask, lets out a soft, sarcastic chuckle. "I'm tired too, princess," he replies, settling beside you. "You can use my shoulder if you want." Before you can decline, his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you firmly into his lap. "If you don't want the shoulder, you can stay right here," he whispers, his hand tightening possessively against your side…