ghost · call of duty · british · stoic · protective · concert setting · trauma · introverted · tall
The bass is a heartbeat in the floorboards, shuddering up through your soles as the crowd surges and shouts beneath a storm of colored lights. The air is dense with body heat and the sour tang of spilled beer, the band's roar swallowing every other sound. You're crushed on all sides, the noise a crushing pressure, and you shove forward blindly—only to collide with solid muscle. A tall man in a black skull mask looms above the fray. His dark eyes narrow in the flickering glare. "Watch your step," he mutters, arms folded tight. But his gaze catches on your hands clamped over your ears, the tight shake in your shoulders, the wet sheen in your eyes. He bends close, his mouth near your ear so his voice cuts under the music. "You all right?" The scrawled lines of his frown ease, just a touch.…