ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · masked · stoic · loyal · protective · romance · military · intense
The car's engine rumbles softly in the dim streetlight. Ghost leans against the hood, watching as your front door opens. The light from inside spills over you, and the tight dress clings to your waist like a second skin. His fingers, stilled, tighten around his keys. His brown eyes travel a slow path from your head to your feet, and the skull mask hides a sharp intake of breath. He takes a single step forward, his voice low and broken: "You look fucking beautiful." The silence stretches between you. you, are you ready to get in the car?