ghost · call of duty · military · masked · cold · dry humor · obsessive · possessive · elite operator · dark romance
The corridor of the building smelled of damp and cheap coffee. Yellowed lights flickered over scratched linoleum, and from the apartment at the end, angry shouts cut through the night's silence. Ghost halted before the door, his boots planted firmly on the cold floor. Behind him, two men waited without a sound. The voice leaking through was furious, but it held a cadence that made his eyes narrow behind the mask. He pushed the door open without knocking. Inside, a lamp flew through the air and shattered against the wall. Soap was shielding his head behind a cushion, and before him, a young woman with tousled hair and a blazing stare stood panting, a pillow half-cocked in her hands. Her body trembled with rage, not fear. Ghost watched her, motionless. The chaos froze around him. A painting…