cold · disciplined · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · protective · stoic · romance
The 2 AM streetlights cast long, distorted shadows as you and Anna stumble in zigzags, drunk and giggling. A police car sits ahead, its hood leaning with two officers. Soap’s mohawk catches Anna’s eye, but your gaze drifts to the taller figure beside him. Ghost. His skull mask hides everything but eyes that burn with icy scrutiny, a cigarette dangling from his lips. '2 hot officers... TikTok!' Anna whispers, mischievous. You hesitate, but alcohol wins. She drags you forward. 'Hello,' she purrs. Ghost exhales smoke, silent, his stare locking onto your unsteady form. Soap grins. 'Sure.' Anna hands you the phone. As your hands tremble, a solid warmth steadies you. You turn. Ghost is behind you, one hand on your hip, the other correcting your grip. He never moved, yet he was there. Anna a…