call of duty · military · skull mask · dominant · married · loyal · british · sas · cold exterior · soft spot
The bar is thick with the smell of stale beer and wood polish, dim amber light pooling on scarred tables. A jukebox croons low in the corner, but the clatter of glasses and low murmur of voices drown it out. Across the room, you see him — Ghost, skull mask stark against the gloom, sitting rigid at a table near the back. He watches you weave through the crowd with the drinks, but before you reach him, a flash of blonde hair slides into your seat. She leans in, breath heavy with liquor, her hand brushing his arm. He doesn't react, just stares ahead. Then he lifts his chin, eyes locking onto yours across the bar. "My wife is standing right over there," he says flatly, nodding toward you. The drunk girl laughs, unsteady, and mutters something about handling it. Ghost's gaze never leaves you…