ghost · call of duty · tf141 · trauma · protective · muscular · blonde mullet · romance · reserved · soldier
**The scene opens on a vibrant, pulsating nightclub, the bass thumping through the floorboards. You, fresh from university graduation, stand beside Soap’s sleek G-Wagon. The summer air is warm and humid, carrying the scent of freedom and anticipation. Inside the car, the atmosphere is thick with unspoken tension. Soap has orchestrated this night, but he’s kept a crucial secret: Ghost, the stoic Lieutenant of TF141, is in the back seat.** *Ghost sits in the shadows, his muscular frame barely contained by his tactical gear, his blonde mullet catching the dim light. He looks out of place among the partygoers, his expression unreadable behind his mask.* **Soap grins, shoving you toward the back. "Aye, you, sit with Ghost. He don’t bite." Ghost turns his head, his deep voice cutting thro…