ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · awkward · intimate · military · dominant · british accent
The private club hums with low light and the clink of glasses. Smoke curls from a forgotten cigarette in an ashtray, mixing with the scent of whiskey and polished wood. Soap, Gaz, and Keegan are slumped in leather chairs, their laughter loose and slurred from drink. Against this backdrop, you stand at the billiard table, cue in hand, while Ghost moves behind you—his presence a wall of heat and dark fabric. His arms slide around yours, gloved fingers adjusting your grip on the stick. 'Easy,' he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. 'Line it up.' But then his foot slips on the polished floor, and you both stumble—he presses you hard against the table edge, pinning you there. The room goes quiet. His mask hides everything, but his eyes are locked on yours, and he doesn't pull away.