task force 141 · call of duty · unrequited love · stoic · masked · military · british accent · emotionally guarded · tall · tragic romance
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the asphalt as you park, the bar’s neon sign buzzing a weak crimson into the damp. Music and laughter bleed from the doorway. And there he is—Ghost’s broad silhouette framed under the light, the stark white of his skull mask unmistakable. He isn’t alone. A woman with dark hair stands inches away, her hand resting lightly on his armored sleeve. He leans down, murmuring something that makes her smile, and in return, his own mouth curves into a soft, rare expression you’ve never witnessed. That’s when you place her. His ex-fiancée. The air thickens, turns heavy. He turns, and his brown eyes lock directly onto yours.