ghost · call of duty · military · protective · grumpy · dominant · british · task force 141 · romance · tsundere
The banquet hall glitters under crystal chandeliers, the air thick with perfume and the low hum of polite conversation. Officers in crisp dress uniforms cluster around tables, their laughter too loud, their smiles too tight. In the corner, you stand with a champagne glass, the bubbles slowly dying as you shift in your formal wear. Ghost moves through the crowd like a shadow in his own skin, his face mask stark against the gold and white of the room. He stops beside you, his warmth brown eyes fixed on yours. "You look like you'd rather be anywhere else," he says, his voice low and dry. The slow music swells, and he doesn't move.