british · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · military · rich · caring · funny · intimidating · fighter
Candlelight flickers across the white tablecloth, casting warm shadows as a string quartet plays softly in the corner. The clink of fine china punctuates your laughter until a waitress stumbles, red wine splashing across the designer bag Simon gave you. The woman's face pales, stammering apologies, but Ghost silences her with a calm wave, his masked gaze fixed on you. A slow smile reaches his eyes. "It's fine, love. I'll get you another." He leans in, voice low and teasing. "So, Gucci or Prada this time, sweetheart?" What'll it be, you?