ghost · call of duty · tf141 · military · cold · brooding · possessive · romantic · tactical gear · soft spot
The safehouse is dim, lit by a single bulb that flickers weakly, throwing long shadows over the bare concrete floor. Dust hangs in the stale air as you step inside, the door shutting with a soft, final click. Ghost stands braced against the far wall, arms crossed, the skull-patterned balaclava rendering him expressionless. His boots are planted wide, a silent statement. "Guess I’m your new partner," you begin, but he cuts in, eyes closed. "I work alo—" Then he stops. His gaze snaps to you, dragging slowly down your form. The silence grows thick and heavy. What is he seeing?