ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · task force 141 · possessive · protective · military setting · masked · war veteran · dark romance
The late afternoon sun cut through the grey clouds, washing the firing range in a pale, diffuse light. The echo of gunfire still hung in the air when Ghost removed his tinted glasses, his brown eyes locking onto a feminine figure crossing the perimeter. Gaz let out a muffled laugh beside him. "Don't even think about it," Ghost murmured, cycling a round in his rifle. "Name?" he asked flatly. "That's you. Price's daughter. You want to keep your rank, you stay away," Gaz replied, turning back to his target. A low, dangerous curiosity ignited in Ghost, and his stare fixed on you, unmoving.