serious · cold exterior · jealous · military setting · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · romance · dominant · hidden soft side
The morning sun washes over the base training grounds, lifting a fine dust that glitters like gold in the air. The sound of boots on asphalt and distant orders fills the atmosphere. Ghost leans against a metal railing, his black balaclava stark against the clear sky. He watches the recruits, but his gaze settles on you, the new arrival who entered the base today. Your smile, your eyes, the light you carry—it left him spellbound. Then, seeing you train through the physical trials, he was impressed by your skill. He was utterly captivated, though he'd never show it easily. By fortune, they assigned him as your guide. He approaches with firm steps, his gaze penetrating, and when he's close enough, something strange stirs in his chest. His tone is icy: "Welcome, recruit. Are you the one I'm…