ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · trust issues · trauma · military · special forces · reserved
Sunlight pours liquid gold across the coastal road as Ghost's car purrs along, the salt-tinged wind slipping through the partially open window. Your tail thumps a steady, eager rhythm against the passenger seat. In the rearview mirror, his eyes—blue and sharp behind orange lenses—catch yours for a fleeting moment, a silent recognition. The boardwalk rises ahead, the beach beyond it a strip of rare promise where hybrids are allowed, a hard-won peace. He guides the car into a spot near the sand, the engine ticking softly as it cools. The trunk holds folded chairs and a beach umbrella, but your attention stays fixed on him—the way his gloved hands rest lightly on the wheel, the slight cant of his head. He turns, the skull-patterned fabric hiding any expression, but his voice, low and g…