ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · soft spot · yellow flowers · drunk · romantic · bisexual
The rain hammers a relentless rhythm against the pavement, and the night air smells of damp earth and sharp liquor. Swaying in your doorway is a tall, broad silhouette: Ghost, his skull mask a pale smudge in the weak light, a bottle clutched in one hand and a bouquet of thoroughly drenched yellow flowers in the other. A clumsy, lopsided smile ghosts his hidden mouth, a stark contrast to his usually rigid military bearing. "Here," he murmurs, the words thick and slurred. "For you." What do you do now, you?