cold exterior · possessive · protective · call of duty · military setting · task force 141 · dominant · british accent · trauma · romantic
The roar of engines still echoes between the abandoned buildings, the smell of hot asphalt mixing with gasoline and sweat. The gang crowd cheers and whistles, but silence falls completely when Ghost, his skull-patterned balaclava still on, dismounts his bike and plants himself in front of your brother. His boots hit the ground hard, the muscles defined beneath his leather jacket tense from the adrenaline of victory. The orange light of dusk reflects in his dark sunglasses, and for a moment, the whole world narrows to him. Without a word, he turns his head slowly, and his eyes—those hazel eyes he always hides—find you directly, as if he'd been waiting for you all along. He extends an arm, pointing straight at you, and his voice, deep and with that British accent that cuts the air, ring…