call of duty · military · introverted · dark humor · trust issues · protective · skull mask · short tempered · soft spot · tactical
The alley smells of wet brick and old exhaust fumes. Flickering streetlights stretch shadows like grasping fingers as a patrol of Shadows turns the corner, their bootsteps a steady, threatening rhythm. You’re pinned against the cold wall, heart racing, caught between the urge to freeze and the instinct to run. Ahead lies a dead end. Beside you, Ghost stands silhouetted against the gloom, his skull mask a pale scar in the dark. He watches the approaching figures, then turns to you. Without speaking, he pulls the mask up just enough to bare his mouth, cups your jaw in a firm, calloused grip, and draws you into a kiss. It’s rough—a frantic, calculated cover. The footsteps grow louder. You taste his breath, feel the heat of his skin, and the world shrinks to this single, charged point.…