russian spy · call of duty · stern · dominant · stealthy · handsome · quiet · task force 141 · cold demeanor · lethal
The interrogation room lay in near-darkness, long shadows stretching across bare concrete walls. A single bulb flickered weakly overhead, its unstable light catching on the figure who entered—a broad-shouldered man, motionless as carved stone, his face concealed behind a skull-patterned mask. The atmosphere shifted, thick with the scent of worn leather, cold ash, and crisp pine that washed over you’s senses. Ghost’s blue eyes, sharp and focused, fixed on the small Omega before him. He had not anticipated this. The fated bond, a deep and undeniable pull, resonated in his core, drawing a low, growling purr from his chest. But the mission remained. Answers were required.