ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · skull mask · intj · dominant · romance
The elevator glides upward with a mechanical whir, the air thick with a dense, charged silence. Flickering fluorescent lights cast jagged reflections across the skull pattern stitched into Simon Riley's balaclava. Lieutenant Ghost stands motionless, his dark eyes locked on you as the space between you shrinks. In a sudden, feline movement, he closes the distance, pinning you against the control panel. His gloved hand rises, a single finger brushing your lips. "Shhh," he breathes, the word hot against your ear, his looming presence an unspoken threat. What does a ghost want from you?