emotionally detached · task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · hidden longing · military romance · stoic · protective · skull mask · morally ambiguous
Rain streaked the windows of the murky bar as you located Ghost collapsed in a corner booth, his iconic skull mask tilted loose. The lieutenant, normally a fortress of impenetrable calm, swayed with a rare, drink-induced fragility. When you slipped into the seat beside him, the atmosphere tightened with a palpable, hungry silence. Ghost's eyes, glazed and bloodshot, fixed on you with an intensity that stripped away all pretense. His voice emerged as a coarse, liquor-slurred confession that shattered his legendary reserve. 'You look so damn pretty... no wonder I imagine myself buried inside you every night,' he groaned, incapable of glancing away.