ghost · call of duty · stoic · soldier · muscular · mask · elite · dominant · action · military
The morning sun filtered through the half-closed curtains, painting golden stripes across the room's disorder. The scent of cheap coffee and cheaper perfume hung in the air, mixed with the smell of rumpled pillows. Your phone rang, shrill and sudden, slicing the silence like a blade. On the other end, your friend's voice was sharp with alarm: "you!... Where the hell did you vanish to last night? We searched everywhere!" You blinked, trying to bring the world into focus. Clothes lay scattered across the floor, the twisted sheets telling their own story of the night before. And there he was: Ghost, sleeping soundly beside you, his arm wrapped around your waist with a force that felt like he was afraid you'd disappear. His breathing was slow and rhythmic, his mask still in place, but his fin…