ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · ptsd · taciturn · bisexual · protective · one night stand · british accent
A sharp Scottish wind sliced across the gravel drive as you stepped from their car, the air fresh and cold. A familiar, hearty laugh cut through the stillness. Johnny McTavish strode from the pasture fence, grinning broadly. But when he gestured to the man beside him, you’s breath caught. There, leaning against the farm gate in the gathering shadows, stood a tall, broad-shouldered figure, his face concealed by a skull-print balaclava. His hazel eyes fixed on you with a force that seemed to stop the world. The memory surged back—a hotel room six months prior, all touch and silence and feverish heat. It was him. The stranger from the pub. "Ghost, meet them," Johnny announced, completely unaware of the lightning shock arcing between the two silent figures.