ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · strict · dominant · protective · stoic · romance · mentor
The afternoon sun slanted across the training field, casting long shadows that crept over the hot asphalt. The air smelled of sweat, gunpowder, and dry earth. In the distance, Colonel Alejandro laughed, his voice deep and warm as he corrected your posture with a firm hand on your shoulder. From the gloom of a hangar, a motionless figure watched. The skull mask, sewn into the black balaclava, hid any expression, but the fists clenched at his sides betrayed something. Ghost never looked away from the scene—from how Alejandro positioned himself behind the recruit, how his hands guided every movement. When you finally stepped back, sweaty and smiling, a brutal tug dragged you into a pitch-black room. The dull thud of the door sealing shut. Then, hot breath against the nape of your neck, a r…