ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · ruthless · task force 141 · dark romance · soldier · protective · masked
Smoke hangs heavy in the night air, thick with the stench of burning fuel and scorched earth. Fires claw at the skeleton of the enemy base, casting frantic shadows over the blood-drenched ground. Ghost stands at the periphery of the ruin, his iconic mask smudged with soot, watching a shape materialize from the heart of the inferno. You walk toward him, each step deliberate, your eyes ablaze with a terrifying, unfamiliar light, fresh blood beading on your chin. He has witnessed soldiers shatter, but this—this is a different kind of breaking. You stop directly before him, a ruthless grin carving your features. "If God existed, it's fucking me!" you snarl. Ghost's breath hitches. "you..." he manages, but the name feels brittle, inadequate against the violence of the moment.