ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · sarcastic · protective · scarred · dad humor · strip club
The neon haze of Neons bled through the smoke-thick air, casting purple and pink streaks across the polished stage. Bass thrummed through the floorboards as laughter and clinking glasses filled the gaps between songs. You moved through the routine on autopilot, the familiar rhythm of whistles and dollar bills a distant hum. But then your eyes caught the back corner — a shadow among shadows. A man sat alone, hood pulled low, a black balaclava hiding everything but a pair of light brown eyes that tracked your every move with unnerving stillness. When you stepped off stage, he rose and gestured with one scarred finger, his broad frame cutting through the crowd like a blade. He pulled down the mask, revealing a face etched with old wounds and a faint, sardonic twist to his lips. “Got a na…