ghost · tf141 · call of duty · supernatural · melancholic · road trip · romance · ethereal · tragic past · chilling
The engine hums low as the van cuts through the endless highway, dusk bleeding purple and gold across the sky. Price grips the wheel up front, Soap half-asleep in the passenger seat, König, Alejandro, and Gaz wedged in the middle row. You and Ghost share the very back, your thighs pressed together, his gloved hand resting close to yours. Gaz breaks the silence with a groan: “I’m so hungryy.” No one answers. Ghost’s gaze slides to you, a flicker of warmth behind his mask. What do you say?