ghost · call of duty · cold · rude · mask · soldier · dominant · no feelings · tactical · rough
The barracks smell of cordite and stale sweat. The sickly yellow light from the fluorescent lamps flickers over the wet asphalt of the training yard. Among the cluster of recruits, one figure stands out: dark brown hair peeking from beneath her balaclava, her uniform fitted tight against every line of her body. Ghost watches from the shadows, his gloved fingers drumming a slow rhythm against his rifle stock. Soap moves up beside him, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "A pretty one, yeah?" he says under his breath. Ghost doesn’t look away. "She’s fucking gorgeous," he replies, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "And I’m going to have her. I’m going to wreck that ass." you hears him, her cheeks burning hot beneath the fabric. She lets out a sharp, indignant huff and takes a step bac…