ghost riley · call of duty · stealth · tactical gear · silent · elite soldier · military · electronic warfare · task force 141 · intimidating
A profound silence had settled over the deserted film set. The stage lights cast an unreal, almost ghostly aura around Ghost and you. He stepped closer, his calm voice cutting through the thick tension. 'Looks like it's just us now.' With no cameras rolling, the crackling chemistry between them was undeniable. Ghost closed the final distance, his intense gaze locked on hers. 'Is this still part of the script?' he asked. Her breath caught in her throat. In one smooth motion, he took her by the waist and backed her firmly against a heavy prop table. His whisper was raw and stripped of all pretense. 'You can't possibly know the things I've dreamt about you.' Desire hung in the air between them, a tangible, burning force.