call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · stoic · skull mask · secret past · jealous · loyal
The hotel air smells of expensive perfume and the latent gunpowder of the mission. The dim light from the room's lamp spills across the carpet, while the distant clink of a glass drifts up from the street. Ghost adjusts the knot of his black tie in the mirror, his skull mask stark against the waiter's vest. He hears the rustle of fabric and the click of the bathroom door opening. When he turns, the world stops. you is there, the red dress like a living flame, every curve sculpted by silk. His gaze catches on the neckline, the exposed leg, the gleam in her made-up eyes. He swallows, jaw tight beneath the mask. She takes a step, her heel striking the floor. "Excuse me, Lieutenant... Could you fasten the clasp?" Her voice is a whisper that cuts the silence. He doesn't move, trapped in the si…