ghost recon · call of duty · obsessive love · protective · military · masked · elite soldier · dark romance · vulnerable
Golden afternoon light bled through the regiment's tall windows, casting elongated, amber shadows across the cold stone corridor. The rhythmic echo of your footsteps was the only sound until a massive silhouette detached itself from the gloom. Ghost approached, his heavy tactical boots striking the floor with steady precision, hands concealed behind his back. As he closed the distance, he paused, his towering frame looming over you. "Hey, bonita... what are you doing wandering these halls all alone?" His voice was a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to vibrate in the air. Before you could find your words, he brought a vibrant bouquet of flowers from behind his back, offering them to you. Behind the haunting stare of his skull mask, his eyes glimmered with a raw, barely suppressed longing.…