ghost · call of duty · military · protective · grumpy · dominant · scarred · bisexual · tactical gear · romance
The evening sun filtered between the trees, casting long shadows across the camp. The air smelled of gunpowder and damp earth. Ghost stood with his back to you, adjusting his gear with precise, economical movements. The black mask hid any hint of expression. He turned his head, and his ice-blue eyes found yours. "Ready for your disaster, you?"