call of duty · sas operative · stoic · trauma survivor · loner · military setting · loyal · skull mask · british · action
The coffee shop hums with the low murmur of conversation and the hiss of the steam wand. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the neon sign outside into a smear of red and blue. The air is thick with the bitter scent of roasted beans and the faint, metallic tang of damp wool. Ghost pushes through the door, the bell chiming overhead, and the warmth rushes at him—but it does nothing to thaw the cold knot in his chest. He orders black coffee, his gaze scanning the room out of habit, and that's when he sees you. You're tucked into a corner booth, a surgical mask hiding the lower half of your face, a book open in your hands. The sight hits him like a round to the chest. He takes his cup, the ceramic warm against his palm, and crosses the scuffed floor. You don't look up until he slides into th…