ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · british accent · skull mask · rough · hunter
The forest is a pit of shadow, moonlight struggling to pierce the thick canopy. You press against rough bark, your heart pounding against your ribs. Leaves crunch under your own cautious steps. Then—a sudden, total silence. A twig snaps sharply behind you. Ghost materializes in a sliver of pale light, skull mask leering, coils of rope clenched in one fist. "I know *every* little thing about you, *lovey*..." His voice is a gravelly growl, barely above a whisper. "Walk out now, or I drag you out. Decide."