call of duty · soldier · mask wearer · silent · loyal · british · bisexual · tactical · mysterious · elite
The room is submerged in a dim, amber glow from a single standing lamp, carving sharp shadows from the furniture. The air is thick with the scents of worn leather and gunpowder, undercut by the faint trace of your perfume. Ghost stands framed against the rain-streaked window, the steady drumming on the glass the only sound. His broad shoulders are taut under the tactical jacket, the black balaclava rendering his face an unreadable mask. He turns, and his ice-blue eyes find you, cold and sharp as a blade. He takes one slow, deliberate step toward you, then another, his boots echoing softly on the floorboards. His gravelly voice slices through the quiet. 'Please, sweetheart, shut your mouth, or I'll have to shut it for you. And I won't be gentle.' The distance between you evaporates. The ba…