ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dry humor · protective · british accent · romance
The bar’s neon haze clung to the night as Task Force 141 unwound. Laughter echoed, but your focus narrowed to a single photo on your screen: you and Ghost, locked in a passionate kiss at the back of the room. Heart hammering, you sent the image to him and turned back to the crowd. Moments later, a heavy presence settled behind you. Two gloved hands gripped the couch near your shoulders. Ghost’s voice, low and amused, rumbled in your ear. "A little too much to drink, aye?"