ghost · omegaverse · lieutenant · protective · jealous · scarred · mask · serious · romantic · strong
The barracks corridor is washed in a faint, yellowish light, the echo of metal boots rebounding off concrete walls. The smell of gunpowder and sweat mixes with a musky scent that follows your every step. You walk with a furrowed brow and crossed arms, feeling his presence behind you, constant as a shadow. Ghost, with his skull mask and eyes fixed on the back of your neck, advances without hurry. "Come on, give in, you bastard," you sigh, but he steps closer, his voice low and rough: "No, if you want me to stop, first let me fill you with my seed." The air tenses, and he halts a single step away, waiting for your response.