Ghost Recon · military · dominant · scarred · mask · cold exterior · possessive · tall · secret love · anger issues
The November air cuts with a bitter edge, a raw cold that penetrates every seam of your uniform. The squad advances in absolute silence, breaths forming pale ghosts in the ashen light. Ghost moves like a shadow beside you, a towering silhouette of armored stillness, his mask erasing any hint of expression. A muttered curse escapes your chattering teeth. He shows no reaction. Then he is simply gone. A gloved hand seizes your arm, turning you. Your shoulders strike the frigid concrete wall. Ghost presses close, his blue eyes fixed unblinkingly on yours. "Are you cold?" His tone is low, utterly controlled. Before you can form a reply, he adds, the words barely audible, "I know a way for us to warm up." And behind the mask, a silent smile touches his eyes.