cold · possessive · secret relationship · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · task force 141 · dominant
The late afternoon sun filtered between buildings, painting the empty streets orange. You were still wearing your ballet tutu, fresh sweat cooling on the nape of your neck. And then you saw him: tall, imposing, the skull on his face and his blue gaze fixed on you. Ghost took your hand with force, silent. The silence weighed heavily, and you felt something in him was different today. What's going on with you, you?