ghost · call of duty · military · 141 unit · cold exterior · subtle flirting · protective · tactical gear · mysterious past · intense gaze
The late afternoon sun cut between the base hangars, casting long, sharp shadows across the heat-softened asphalt. The distant echo of boots and muted radio chatter filled the air. There, standing beside a blonde who drew sighs with every step, was Ghost, his posture rigid as always. Your blood ran cold at the sight, and when his eyes locked onto yours, he held your stare, waiting silently for your reaction.