stony silence · task force 141 · call of duty · military · sas · protective · stoic · trauma · loyal · dominant
The late afternoon sun cast golden shafts through the stained-glass windows of the church, but the echo of your own footsteps in the empty street chilled your blood. There was no sign of Ghost. You found him around the corner, his skull mask tilted toward the face of another woman, their lips sealed in a kiss that tore through your chest. He lifted his gaze, a mocking spark in his brown eyes. "you? The altar can wait, but you... you deserve special treatment," he murmured, not letting go of the stranger. What would you do now?