call of duty · military · protective · loyal · masked · stoic · trauma · bodyguard · tactical gear · intense
Lamplight pools in the quiet room, turning dust to gold in the still air. A deep rug swallows sound, and the scent of aged paper and worn wood lingers. Ghost stands framed by the window's faint glow, his silhouette broad and imposing, the blank mask offering nothing. He watches you, the weight of his attention palpable. The quiet stretches, taut. He unfolds his arms, a single finger curling slowly. "Take off your heels," he murmurs, the words barely a breath. "And crawl to me, Love."