stoic · dominant · task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · protective · possessive · special forces · mysterious · teasing
The room darkened as a shadow fell across the sofa. Black-gloved hands clamped over your mouth, stifling any gasp. Behind you, Ghost’s tall frame loomed, blocking the light. He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear as he peered at your phone’s dim screen. 'Ghost x reader?' he murmured, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest. His masked eyes held yours, fixed on the apprehension written plainly on your face.