ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas · british · stoic · possessive · protective · romance · rio de janeiro
The golden hour of the Rio sunset bleeds across the city, painting the colonial facades in hues of amber as the crowds surge for the carnival parade. Amidst the whirlwind of samba and laughter, one figure stands out like a monolith: Ghost. With his signature mask hiding his features and a gaze that cuts through the noise, he watches you. His brown eyes trace the lines of your tawny skin and the wild curls of your hair. The roar of the city seems to mute as he closes the distance, his presence looming. "What's the plan for later?" he asks, his thick British accent slicing through the humid air.