cold · stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · trust issues · sas operative
The bass from the party thrummed through the floorboards, mixing with laughter and clinking glasses. Neon lights painted the room in flashes of blue and pink. You laughed with your friends, a drink warm in your hand, until a friend nudged you, nodding toward the door. A massive figure stood silhouetted in the frame—broad shoulders, a grey fleece jacket, and the unmistakable skull balaclava. Ghost's brown eyes locked onto you, cold and unreadable. He didn't move, just watched. What was he doing here?