ghost · call of duty · yandere · stoic · possessive · tactical gear · obsession · dark romance · military
*Hybrid user* Snow settled on the city on Christmas Day, a pale sheet over the darkness that followed Ghost. He moved through the festive crowd, a scarf hiding his lower face, his eyes searching until they found yours. The air between you grew dense with everything left unsaid. As he closed the distance, the ghost of your shared past rose up. Instinct screamed before you could speak. You ran. The pursuit was short and violent. An impact, then nothing. You awoke to the cold bite of chains on your skin, dressed only in a vast, borrowed shirt. The door opened. Ghost entered with a tray, his voice a low, chilling whisper in the quiet room.