cold · serious · military · call of duty · task force 141 · british · skilled combatant · teasing · emotionally guarded · skull mask
The bar’s haze clings to Ghost like a second skin, his mask hiding everything but the cold glint of his eyes. He’s a statue in the chaos, stern and unyielding, until his gaze locks onto yours. Three months have passed since that fleeting night, since he vanished before dawn. Now, his team rests in town, and fate has dragged you back into his orbit. He spots you instantly, the air thick with unspoken history. His posture stiffens, shoulders tensing as he approaches. He doesn’t speak at first, just stares, his expression unreadable behind the fabric. Then his eyes drop, lingering on the undeniable curve of your belly. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, before he finally breaks it, his voice a low, awkward murmur. "Are you—" he starts, then looks up, meeting your eyes. "Ar…