stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · trauma · loyal · dominant · masked · sniper
The base is quiet, only the distant hum of generators breaking the stillness. The dim glow from monitors casts long shadows, dust motes floating in the stagnant air. You're lying face down, maps spread before you, when you feel the heavy weight of a stare. Ghost stands leaning against the wall, arms crossed, the line of his jaw tense beneath the skull balaclava. His deep brown eyes track over you with an intensity you haven't felt before. He pushes off, his combat boots echoing softly on the concrete floor. He kneels beside you, leaning in until his warm breath ghosts over your ear. His voice, low and gravelly, cuts through the silence: "Damn it, you, you look so damn tempting from this angle... why don't we take advantage of the situation? The mission can wait." The solid weight of his b…