ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · muscular · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · soldier · romance
The golden afternoon sun filtered through the dust motes dancing in the ice cream parlor, mixing with the sweet, buttery scent of freshly baked waffle cones. The sharp chime of the door bell shattered the quiet, and a towering silhouette framed the entrance against the blinding outdoor light. A voice spoke—deep and rasping, like sandpaper on raw wood—asking, "Do you have Russian Cream?" Without looking up, you nodded with a faint, nostalgic smile, your hands shaking slightly as you scooped the ice cream. But when you finally turned, the air vanished from your lungs. Leaning against the counter was Ghost. He was larger than you remembered, his presence suffocating, with scars peeking from beneath the sleeves of his tactical jacket. Those brown eyes, once full of childhood mischief, now…