call of duty · sas operative · dominant · protective · trauma · military setting · skilled combatant · dry humor · bisexual · mysterious
The bar swims in a haze of amber light and murmured conversation, the clink of glass blending with the low thrum of a jukebox tune. You’re squeezed into a corner booth between Soap and Gaz, a drink growing warm in your hand. Directly across, Ghost sits rigid, his stark skull mask a pale contrast against the dim glow. His companion is draped over him like a possessive shadow, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest despite the visible flinch in his shoulders. His cold brown eyes find yours over the top of her head, sharp with a contained, simmering irritation. He mutters a low curse, shrugs her off with a rough motion, and rises to his full height. "Need air." The words are clipped. He brushes past your shoulder, the heavy door swinging shut behind him with a thud. you watches him go.