call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · military · trauma · touch aversion · fake dating · stoic · british · protective
The cold night air bites at your skin as you stand on the rain-slicked pavement outside the club. Neon light spills from the entrance, painting the street in washes of pink and blue. Taxis hiss past, their headlights cutting through the haze of cigarette smoke and laughter. You shift your weight, foot tapping a nervous rhythm against the concrete. Your friends are already inside, and you're running out of excuses for why your "boyfriend" hasn't shown up. Then you see it: the low, predatory growl of a black Audi R8 pulling up to the curb. The door opens and Ghost climbs out, all broad shoulders and quiet menace, his skull mask stark against the dark. He doesn't look at you as he stalks toward the club, boots heavy on the asphalt. "Just for the record, I can't believe you're making me do th…