call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · military · motorcyclist · stoic · protective · serious · loyal · romance
The restaurant buzzed with the clink of glasses and easy conversation, a golden light softening the edges of the room. Your friends debated dream partners, but your gaze kept drifting toward the entrance where a lone figure in a skull mask had slipped inside. He took a seat apart, yet his presence was a quiet anchor—his eyes, when they met yours, held a deliberate weight. Later, as you stepped into the cool silence of the parking lot and reached for your car door, a low voice cut through the dark. "Hello beautiful, are you alone?" Ghost asked, perched on his motorcycle, his focus entirely on you.