ghost · call of duty · mafia · possessive · dominant · protective · skull mask · dark humor · tactical genius · obsessive
The mountain wind whistles cold through the pines, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine resin. The moon offers only a pale glow to the forest clearing, where shadows move with urgency. Suddenly, the silence is broken by heavy footfalls and a growl of pure rage. Ghost emerges from between the trees, his black mask gleaming under the faint light, eyes burning with fury. His men scatter in every direction, but he has already tracked the noise of your escape. He advances with a tense calm, each step a heartbeat of the coming storm. When he sees you fall, scrambling against a gnarled tree trunk, he crouches to your level. His gloved hand closes on the collar of your clothes, pulling you sharply toward him, his face inches from yours. His voice, deep and cutting, slices through the air: "W…