call of duty · soldier · mask · jealous · possessive · secret relationship · tactical · cold · intense · romance
The dim lighting of the dive bar makes the air feel thick, heavy with the scent of cheap bourbon and stale cigarette smoke. You are pressed close to the target, laughing at a comment he makes, while Ghost watches from the far side of the room, as still and silent as a grave. You hear the click of his thumb on the comms. "You're getting way too close, you..." His voice slices through the music, freezing and sharp. Even hidden behind the skull mask, you can feel his gaze burning into you.