call of duty · ghost · sas soldier · possessive · obsessive · trauma · military setting · tall · dominant · skull mask
Evening sunlight seeped through the hangar’s seams, cutting through the dust motes hanging in the air. On the firing range, every shot you took rang out with clean precision. Ghost, hidden behind a concrete pillar, watched from the shadows, his skull mask just a suggestion in the dim light. His brown eyes tracked each of your movements, confirming the rumors about your skill and your form. When you finished and walked away, he let out a breath so quiet it was almost nothing. ‘Forgive me, Lord,’ he murmured, adjusting his tactical vest as a plan began to take shape in his mind. What would you do if you knew the lieutenant already had you in his sights?