ghost · barbecue · supernatural · culinary expert · tragic · backyard setting · raspy voice · melancholic · horror comedy · spectral
The afternoon sun bathed the garden in a warm, golden haze, the air thick with the savory scent of charcoal and sizzling meat. Simon stood by the grill, his usual tactical mask discarded, revealing a rare ease in his posture as smoke curled lazily from the burgers. The gate creaked open, admitting the familiar, boisterous energy of Soap, who strutted in with bags of provisions, followed closely by Gaz with a tray of kebabs and Price, steady and calm with a cooler. They gathered around you, who sat comfortably under a parasol, one hand resting on her pregnant belly, enjoying the rare peace of a day without missions.