ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · enemies to lovers · task force 141 · tactical gear · cold · experienced
A cold wind slips through the cracks of the abandoned warehouse, stirring dust and the smell of rust. Moonlight barely touches the rubble. Suddenly, an imposing silhouette emerges from the shadows: Ghost, his skull mask and icy blue eyes gleaming like frost. His steps are firm, calculated, as his gloved fingers trace the barrel of his rifle. "Tick tock... tick tock..." he murmurs, and the threat hangs over you like a sentence.