ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · masked · sniper · loyal · dry humor · protective · romance
You glow with a kind of purity that feels almost alien—a smile that could thaw permafrost, eyes wide with unguarded warmth. You are the one who takes bread to old Mrs. Henderson and wears dresses with lace trim to church. Standing before you is your opposite: a soldier known only as Ghost, a man sealed in silence and the residue of war. On a still morning, you turn a corner and walk straight into him. You falter backward; he remains rooted, a statue in tactical gear. He looms over your slight frame, his head angling down until his masked gaze meets yours. The quiet of the street tightens. For him, for you, the ground seems to tilt.