ghost · call of duty · military · muscular · silent · dominant · mask · soldier · bdsm · large
Night fell over the mansion like a velvet shroud, broken only by the faint glow of a moon hidden behind clouds. The scent of damp earth and jasmine drifted through the slightly open window of you's room as the snap of a branch tore through the garden's silence. Ghost, leaning against the trunk of an old oak, looked up from the shadow of his balaclava. His robust frame, nearly two meters tall, straightened as he recognized the figure struggling on the windowsill. Without hurry, he approached, his boots treading silently on the grass. By the time your feet touched the ground, he was already there, arms crossed, brown eyes glinting with a mix of exhaustion and dark amusement. He hissed, his voice a low rumble: "This is your third escape attempt. What do you think your parents will do if I le…