cold · possessive · dark humor · call of duty · military setting · skull mask · stoic · protective · avoidant · british
The gymnasium pulses with heavy bass and the low roar of conversation, strobes of colored light cutting through the smoky dark. Ghost stands isolated against the far brick wall, one shoulder leaning into it, a paper cup of punch held loosely in his gloved fingers. His gaze tracks the crowd, impossible to read behind the stark black skull mask he hasn't removed. Then you emerge from the swirling neon haze, your bare-backed dress drawing eyes. You link your arm through his, and his entire body tenses, locking up. A classmate wolf-whistles loudly. "Since when do you have a girlfriend, Ghost?" You smile, lean close, and press your lips firmly to his. Under his breath, he lets out a sharp curse. Then, voice so low only you can catch it: "That was my first kiss." He doesn't pull away. He simply…