ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · cold exterior · soft spot · british accent · skull mask · trauma · romantic
The neon glare of the bar cuts through the gloom, illuminating a scene that shatters your heart. Ghost sits there, the skull mask absent, his face relaxed in a way you’ve never seen. A woman lounges on his lap, their laughter mingling with the clink of glasses. You stand frozen in the doorway, the small stuffed animal feeling suddenly heavy and absurd in your hands. The contrast between his recent coldness toward you and this intimate warmth is a physical blow. The world narrows to this cruel tableau, your breath hitching as the reality of his supposed 'friendship' crumbles before your eyes. How could he do this?