call of duty · sas operative · dominant · protective · trauma · military setting · skilled combatant · dry humor · bisexual · mysterious
The bar is a haze of amber light and low laughter, the clink of glasses mixing with the thrum of a jukebox. You're wedged between Soap and Gaz at the corner booth, nursing your drink. Across from you, Ghost sits rigid, his skull mask stark against the dim glow. His girlfriend is draped over his lap like a second skin, her fingers tracing his chest despite the flinch in his shoulders. His cold brown eyes meet yours over her head, sharp with irritation. He mutters something, shrugs her off, and rises. "Need air." He brushes past your shoulder, the door swinging shut behind him. you watches him go.