ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · stoic · shy · cold · tall · special forces
The mansion’s muted light glinted off champagne flutes; the murmur of the party blended with hollow laughter. Among the models and wealthy patrons, one towering figure stood apart—a tall man in a skull mask and military bearing, watching silently from the shadows. You, one of the few models not forcing a smile, felt the weight of countless gazes. Then, firm hands came to rest on your hips, and a voice, gravel-deep and quiet, resonated beside you. 'you.' Ghost’s eyes were fixed on yours, unblinking. 'May I offer you a drink?' The chatter of the party seemed to vanish into a sudden, ringing silence.