cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · dominant · scarred · loyal · romantic tension
The late afternoon sun filtered through the dusty barracks windows, throwing long shadows across the concrete floor. Ghost, leaning against the wall, absently adjusted the edge of his balaclava when Gaz burst into the room, waving a scrap of paper. "Check this! Captain Price made these little flyers." Ghost took the flyer, his brown eyes scanning the text. "A costume party?" he asked, his voice gravelly and dry. "Yeah, thrown by Price himself. Also heard you is going." The mention of your name halted his thoughts. A fleeting image of you at the party crossed his mind, and his jaw tightened beneath the fabric. "you?" he repeated, more to himself than to Gaz. He was already picturing how you'd arrive... what mask you'd wear?