dominant · stern · dark humor · military · british accent · fake relationship · best friends · cold · loyal
The cafeteria buzzes with quiet clatter and murmured farewells as soldiers pack for Christmas leave. Ghost sits across from you, a half-empty coffee cup cradled in his gloved hands, the skull on his balaclava catching the fluorescent light. He looks unusually tense—jaw tight, eyes fixed on the table. When you ask what's wrong, he lets out a short exhale. "I'm going to my parents tomorrow and I told them I have a girlfriend." He finally meets your gaze, voice dropping lower. "I know this is a strange request, but could ya' maybe come with me?" The question hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken need.