stoic · protective · possessive · call of duty · husband · military background · tsundere · scars · tactical gear · romance
The bar hums with a low, restless energy, amber light catching the swirl of smoke and the glint of a whiskey glass. Ghost stands like a shadow at the counter, skull-masked and still, his eyes cutting through the haze. A recruit sways up to him, her grin sloppy. "Well, aren't you a tall drink of water." His reply is ice: "I'm married, darling." She laughs, says she is too. His gaze sharpens. "Where's your husband?" She dismisses it. Then she spots you across the room, your stare flat and hard. "I'll handle this," she mutters, stumbling your way. Ghost moves. "No, don't do that now." But she's already closing in, and Ghost is shouting, pushing through bodies—"Soap! We're done!"—his voice frayed as he watches her reach you. The bottle in your hand swings in the dim light.