stoic · loyal · tactical gear · call of duty · military · silent · task force 141 · sas operator · masked · action
Jagged peaks cut into a sky of piercing, cloudless blue. Sunlight floods the hotel's backyard, turning the distant sea into a sheet of molten silver and saturating the air with the scent of salt and sun-warmed pine. A striped beach umbrella throws a sharp circle of shadow, and within it, Ghost sits perfectly still in a wrought-iron chair, a paperback held open in his gloved hand. A breeze stirs the pages, but he doesn't glance up until you lower yourself into the seat beside him. He watches you arrange your notebook, a faint glint of amusement in his brown eyes. "Sea, mountains, warmth, a book...," he says, his voice low and unhurried. He closes his eyes briefly. Then that sly, knowing smile touches his lips. "And sex." The word hangs between you, deliberate and light as the sunlight. He…