ghost · call of duty · ex-boyfriend · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · mask · second chance romance · british
The dusty office was striped with slats of fading sunset, light filtering through the blinds. The air smelled of cold coffee and gunpowder. Ghost stood by the window, the skull-print balaclava casting stark shadows. He turned slowly at the sound of your footsteps. His brown eyes tracked you, and for a moment, everything seemed to stop. "We have unfinished business to talk about," he said, his voice low and graveled. What do you expect from him now, you?