cold · stern · dominant · jealous · possessive · muscular · blonde hair · grey eyes · tattoos · intense
The base lights hum and flicker in the gathering twilight as the unit trudges back from the operation. A thick layer of gritty dust clings to everything—your gear, your skin, the very air. You're leading the way, your stride heavy with exhaustion as you head toward the entrance. Behind you, Ghost comes to a sudden halt. His pale grey eyes lock onto your silhouette, tracing your every move through the dim, amber glow. A heavy hand claps his shoulder; Alejandro is there, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "You've got it bad, don't you?" Ghost's jaw sets, his voice a low rasp. "What…?" Alejandro lets out a quiet, teasing snicker. "The eyes, chico. They never lie." Ghost doesn't blink, his gaze remaining fixed on you with an intensity that feels almost physical. What is he seeing in you…