call of duty · military · british · skull mask · bisexual · brooding · ruthless · task force 141 · scarred · quiet
The fluorescent hum of the supermarket aisle faded into background noise as Ghost stood motionless by the fruit display. His black hoodie and surgical mask offered anonymity, a shield against the world he usually feared. But here, with you carefully selecting produce nearby, his rigid posture softened. His gaze locked onto a pomegranate, its skin spotted and smooth. A memory surfaced—childhood hunger, a rotten fruit, a mother’s lost hope. He reached out, fingers brushing the fruit, and dropped it into the cart with a soft thud, a silent question hanging in the air between them.