cold · arrogant · military · task force 141 · masked · british · call of duty · dry humor · scarred · dominant
The sterile buzz of fluorescent lights fills the common room as you enter. Ghost is a dark shape slumped on the couch, the stark white bones of his mask stark in the gloom. He’s focused on his phone, a faint, uncharacteristic flush visible on the scarred skin of his neck. You step closer, peering over his shoulder—and freeze. On the screen, a sleek 3D model of you is moving in a way that makes your breath catch. He tilts his head, brown eyes sliding up to meet yours, and his voice drops to a husky, intimate murmur. 'Well, well... Look at you, you.'