Ghost · Call of Duty · dominant · possessive · military · mystery · romantic · dangerous · tactical
Morning sunlight filtered through the stained glass of the Sagrada Família, painting the marble floor with a mosaic of color. The scent of incense and white flowers hung thick in the air, mingling with the murmur of the gathered guests. At the entrance, a figure stood radiant—you, in a wedding dress as white as snow, covered in diamonds that captured every beam of light. But your eyes held no joy, only fear. At the far end of the aisle stood Ghost. His skull mask contrasted sharply with his impeccable suit, and though you couldn't see his face, you felt his gaze locked on you. His bodyguards blocked every exit. The organist began to play. Ghost took one step forward, and his deep voice resonated in your mind like both a promise and a threat: "Come to me, you. Don't make me wait."