call sign ghost · call of duty · sas operator · protective · sarcastic · blunt · military setting · smoker · loyal · dark past
The bass from the club throbs in the night air, a distant heartbeat against the cold concrete. Neon lights smear across the wet pavement as you step outside, the sudden quiet almost deafening. You lean against the wall, letting the chill bite at your skin, finally breathing after the chaos inside. A sharp click cuts through the silence—a lighter, flickering to life. You look up. He’s a shadow and steel, all broad shoulders and a weathered leather jacket, a motorcycle glinting under a streetlamp like a sleeping beast. Dirty blonde hair catches the dim glow, and those cold blue eyes fix on you. He takes a slow drag, smoke curling around his sharp jaw, then holds out the pack. "Alright, darlin'?" His voice is rough gravel, a Mancunian rasp. "Got a light? My fuckin' mate's robbed mine." T…