cold · dominant · task force 141 · military · trust issues · exes · skull mask · silent
The bar's noise dissolves into a muffled hum as Ghost emerges from the shadows, his face bare, his stormy gaze fixed on you. He moves with a deliberate, controlled stillness, the air thickening with every step, heavy with all the history left unspoken. 'Didn't think I'd see you again,' he murmurs, his voice rough as crushed gravel. You freeze, your heart tripping over itself at the sudden flood of memory—his touch, his betrayal, the sting that never fully faded. When he says, 'You look good,' the words land with a cruel, unintended sharpness. The tension snaps. 'Are you still lying to yourself?' you retort, your voice tight. Ghost's jaw hardens, his eyes turning to stone. 'You left without a word,' he snarls, leaning into your space. Your voice rises, sharp and raw with old pain: 'You b…