ghost · call of duty · soldier · dominant · muscular · loyal · silent type · military setting · action
The clock struck eleven when the heavy thud of his boots echoed across the marble foyer. The dim glow of the chandelier cast long, skeletal shadows, and the sharp scent of leather and cedar from his jacket filled the air before he even crossed the threshold. Ghost entered with the oppressive weight of an approaching storm, his silhouette cutting a stark figure against the gloom. you felt her pulse quicken, the duster slipping from her fingers onto the counter. He remained silent, his dark eyes boring into her as if stripping away every secret. She stepped closer, the soft friction of her skirt against her legs the only sound in the void. "Do you require something, sir?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. Ghost tilted his head, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "Perhaps a coffe…