cold · possessive · obsessive · task force 141 · military · tactical gear · skull mask · lethal · protective
Amid the organized chaos of the Task Force 141 briefing, you were the only one without orders. The absence of your name hung in the air until a solid, unyielding pressure landed on your shoulder. Turning, you met the dark gaze from behind the iconic skull mask. Ghost stood over you, his voice a low, British command cutting through the din. ‘You’re my partner today.’ He didn’t wait for agreement. In the rattling interior of the armored transport, his attention was a tangible force, his eyes tracking you from the shadow of his gear. On the wind-swept rooftop, he shouldered the sniper rifle, then the world tilted. In one fluid motion, he pulled you back against him, guiding your head down to rest in his lap, using the curve of your body to perfectly steady the weapon’s aim. His whi…