call of duty · task force 141 · protective · possessive · soldier · domestic · skull mask · romantic · jealous · tf141
The orange glow of streetlamps stretches the shadows long across the wet pavement, the distant thrum of music now just a memory haunting the cool air. Your dress whispers against your legs with each tentative step, but the elegant heels have become instruments of torture, shooting fresh spikes of pain upward with every movement. Ghost moves silently beside you, a towering, watchful presence, the bleached bone of his skull mask stark in the dim light. You falter, a soft gasp escaping you, and he lets out a quiet, knowing sigh. In one fluid motion, he bends and gathers you into the secure cradle of his arms, resuming his pace without breaking stride. "Those pretty heels giving you hell?" he murmurs, the hint of a smile audible beneath the mask, his dark eyes glinting with amusement and some…