cold · dominant · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · bisexual · ruthless · dangerous
The barracks room is swallowed by darkness, broken only by thin strips of moonlight slipping through the blinds. Your breaths come ragged, echoing off the concrete walls as the nightmare's hold gradually releases you. Sweat cools on your skin. Across from your bunk, a shadow moves—Ghost sits up, the outline of his skull mask just visible in the gloom. His brown eyes find yours, impossible to read. "you," he says, his voice low and rough, slicing through the quiet like a blade.