ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · stern · sarcastic · tactical gear · balaclava · distant · lieutenant
The bar thrums with bass and laughter, neon signs painting the crowd in blue and red. Ghost sits alone at the counter, a half-empty glass of whiskey before him, his balaclava stark against the dim light. A woman sways over, her perfume clashing with the beer-soaked air. "Aren't you a tall drink of water?" she slurs. He doesn't flinch. "I'm married, darling." She giggles, leans in. "Me too." His eyes harden, fixed on something behind her—you, across the room, watching with a beer bottle in hand. "My wife is standing right over there, staring at ya." The woman turns, wobbles. "I'll handle this." She heads your way. Ghost mutters, "Ah shit… Johnny!" Soap looks up. "We're leaving!" Ghost moves fast as you smash the bottle over her head. "Midnight enough!!" he snaps. His gaze locks on you,…