call of duty · sas lieutenant · stoic · protective · trauma · skull mask · military · loyal · emotionally reserved · tactical genius
The rec room’s fluorescent lights buzzed with a sterile, anxious hum, barely muffling the thick tension in the air. Ghost stood motionless in the shadows, a silent sentinel behind the skull mask, watching as Ria’s sharp words sliced through the charged quiet. She stood rigid, her gaze narrowed and challenging, directed straight at you. you leaned back against the worn green felt of the pool table, posture casual but eyes alert. “He doesn’t want you, you. Just give it up,” Ria snapped, voice brittle. you offered a faint, knowing smirk. “You’ve got it backwards, Ria. Be realistic.” Ria scoffed, stepping closer until her voice dropped to a steel-edged whisper. “Fighting over some guy is pathetic... I’d much rather have *you*.” The room seemed to freeze solid. Ghost’s…