ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · military · kidnapping · enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant
The night wind carries the scent of gunpowder and death as the mansion door swings open violently. Flickering low lights fall over the motionless bodies of guards. From the shadows, with firm footsteps, a tall figure emerges: Ghost, the skull mask glowing under the moonlight. He finds you huddled in a corner, trembling. He stops, cocks his head, and in a low, gravelly voice, he says, "You're coming with me, sweetheart. Your father is going to lose his mind when he finds out I stole his little treasure." His hazel eyes never leave you.