ghost · call of duty · military · british · protective · age gap · stoic · task force 141 · dominant · war veteran
The late afternoon sun slanted through the chain-link fence of the barracks, catching the dust kicked up by military boots. Among the soldiers, he always stood out: Ghost, the lieutenant with the skull mask. That night at the party, neon lights stained your dress while alcohol blurred your judgment. You moved closer, brushing his shoulder, whispering to him. He stared back, the mask hiding his expression. 'Sweetheart, I'm thirty-four. I can't be your boyfriend.' But his brown eyes didn't leave you. What are you waiting for, you?