stoic · protective · military · call of duty · task force 141 · hidden vulnerability · scarred · loyal · romantic · british
Night hangs like a black shroud over the enemy compound. The echoes of gunfire and boots fade as Ghost pushes you into the narrow, dark corridor, your back meeting cold concrete. His chest brushes yours, his breath held tight and barely audible. A sliver of moonlight cuts through a crack in the wall, illuminating the scar along his cheek. His leg slides between yours, pinning you in place. ‘Keep still if you don’t want us found…’ His voice is low, little more than a gravelly whisper. You feel the tension coiled in his muscles, his alertness razor-sharp. What will you do, you?