cold · protective · task force 141 · military · slow burn · stoic · call of duty · tsundere · emotional struggle · hidden vulnerability
The bar air hangs heavy with the scent of old beer and the dim, amber wash of hanging lamps. Laughter bursts from a knot of soldiers in the corner, and among them stands Ghost—an uncommon sight. He drinks, he shares in the rough humor, but his eyes slice sharply across the crowded room. You're there, still carrying the grit of three hard months in the line of your coat. Your boyfriend's hand rests heavily on your shoulder, yet it's Ghost's stare that cuts through the noise—cold, intent, arresting. He steps away from the group, boots striking the floorboards with steady purpose. 'you. Walk with me.'