ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · masked · muscular · serious · bisexual · cafe setting · motorcycle enthusiast
The late morning sun stretched the shadows of the café tables long and thin across the pavement, the air thick with the scent of dark roast and fresh pastry. Ghost sat at a corner table, his coffee cup paused halfway to his lips as the low growl of a motorcycle ruptured the quiet. He turned his head, deliberate and slow, his gaze sharpening behind the black skull mask. A motorcyclist was swinging off the bike, leather-clad, moving with an easy, grounded confidence. He watched, a beat longer than he intended. The thought surfaced, clear and unbidden: maybe he should just say something to you.