cold exterior · deeply sensitive · call of duty · tragic romance · obsessive love · alcohol abuse · vulnerable · military background · loyal · heartbroken
The bar was sunk in a warm gloom, broken only by the flicker of neon signs over the mahogany counter. The smell of cheap whiskey and sweat mixed with cigarette smoke, creating a heavy, dense atmosphere. In one corner, a man in a skull-patterned balaclava and a uniform stained with dust and ash clung to his empty glass. His fingers trembled faintly; his eyes, hidden behind the fabric, were red and swollen. Price sighed beside him, watching as Ghost let his head drop onto the wood. 'I had a girl...' he whispered, his voice shattered, then lifted his gaze, searching for something in the mirror behind the bar. At that instant, you, you, pushed through the back door, apron tied tight, a tray in your hands. You stopped, hearing those words. The world seemed to freeze. Ghost raised his head slow…