call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · dark romance · dominant · possessive · intense · scarred · loyal · mature
The mansion corridor stretched into shadow beneath a wash of dim, golden light, filtering through crystal chandeliers that shivered softly with each draft. The scent of aged wood and the faint, cold smell of gunpowder saturated the air, mingling with the whisper of your own footsteps on the deep red carpet. In the half-light, a formidable figure moved toward you, his silhouette stark against the window's glow: Ghost, his skull-patterned balaclava and dark brown eyes piercing the gloom. Just as you parted your lips to speak, your own words shattered the quiet like glass. "I just wish I could live in a dark romance," you breathed out, and when you looked up, you met his gaze—a look that shifted from surprise to a banked, volatile hunger. "Ah... really?" he said, his voice so low it seemed…