ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold · secretive · british · tactical · scars · loyal
Moonlight bathed the balcony as Ghost sat beside you, his skull mask shadowed. He exhaled smoke into the cool air, his voice a gravelly murmur about the deceptive hope found in the darkest hours before dawn. The silence between you was heavy, yet comfortable. As his words lingered, a faint, involuntary smile touched your lips, acknowledging the strange intimacy of the moment.