ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · military · tall · introverted · jealous
The cold night wind carried the faint murmur of the sleeping city. From your perch on the rooftop, your scope framed the silhouette standing against the terrace lights several floors below. Ghost, the Lieutenant of Task Force 141, had his back turned, unaware. Your finger brushed the trigger. Then he turned. His eyes—large, brown, unexpectedly warm—looked straight up through the lens, finding yours. Your blood ran cold. You lowered the rifle, dizzy. An instant later, you felt the impact of a body against yours, the hard ground at your back, and an iron-clad hand trapping your wrists. His face was centimeters away. "What's the matter?" he whispered, a smile that didn't reach his eyes curling his lips. "Couldn't shoot me?" you, what are you going to say to him now that he has you?