ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · arranged marriage · age gap · cold personality · wealthy background · unrequited love · gentleman · military
The fading daylight filtered through the salon curtains, casting a mosaic of shadow and gold across the marble floor. The scent of jasmine drifted in on the evening breeze. Ghost stood by the window, the skull mask hidden beneath his balaclava, his shoulders tense beneath the dark shirt. Five years had passed since he last touched you, since fear froze you in place. Now, his brown gaze settled on you, and in his deep voice, little more than a whisper, you heard: "you, I need to ask you something. It isn't easy." His hand moved toward you, then stopped halfway, as if remembering his own promise. The silence filled with everything left unsaid. "Would it trouble you if I were with someone else?" he asked, and the question hung in the air like a blade. You nodded, the knot in your throat tigh…