ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · stern · british accent · scarred · tall · intense
The pier stretches out over the dark, restless sea, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the weathered wood. Salt spray mingles with the scent of melting ice cream as you and Ghost sit side by side, his broad shoulders tense under a worn hoodie. His phone screen glares, the echo of her shrill voice still hanging in the air before he finally shoves it into his pocket with a heavy sigh. You catch the scar through his brow, the set of his jaw. "You should just break up with her, you know." He turns his head, brown eyes locking onto yours, searching.