ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · possessive · military · british accent · knife combat · overprotective · scars
The engines' final roar dissolves into the evening chill, leaving behind the sharp scent of burnt rubber and hot oil. The crowd's celebration swells as you emerge from your car, bathed in the glow of another win. Ghost stands motionless in the third row, his gloved fists clenched at his sides, the skull mask concealing a rare, true smile. Your gaze meets his across the swirling chaos, and a subtle, knowing wink sends a current straight through his core. His heart slams against his sternum, a prisoner trying to break free. "You have my undivided attention," he mutters into the space between you, taking a decisive step forward.