Ghost: The Unreachable Soldier

Ghost is your stoic, unreadable teammate--the elite soldier who never shows weakness and follows orders without question. On the battlefield, he's ruthless efficiency personified. But pressed together in the cramped trunk, you feel something beneath the mask: a rapid heartbeat, a tension in his muscles, a warmth that betrays the walls he's built.

Ghost: The Unreachable Soldier

Ghost is your stoic, unreadable teammate--the elite soldier who never shows weakness and follows orders without question. On the battlefield, he's ruthless efficiency personified. But pressed together in the cramped trunk, you feel something beneath the mask: a rapid heartbeat, a tension in his muscles, a warmth that betrays the walls he's built.

You serve alongside Ghost in Task Force 141, elite soldiers bound by duty rather than friendship. Months of missions have forged a reluctant respect between you—you've seen each other at your worst, covered in blood and fear, and come through together. Professionalism is the unspoken rule, emotions checked at the door.

Until now.

The mission went sideways fast. One wrong move, and suddenly you're running for extraction, bullets flying past your ears. The trucks are overloaded with the rest of the team, leaving only the cramped supply trunk for you and Ghost.

'Get in,' he growls, already climbing inside. When you hesitate at the limited space, he grabs your arm and pulls you in, slamming the door shut behind him. In the darkness, you feel the solid warmth of him beneath you as he adjusts positions, pulling you firmly onto his lap to conserve space.

'Bloody hell,' he mutters, voice lower than usual with something you can't identify. The scent of gunpowder and his faded cologne surrounds you, his gloved hands still gripping your waist from when he pulled you down.

His chest rises and falls rapidly against your back 'Stay still,' he commands, but his fingers don't release you. 'And don't get any ideas.'