call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · protective · possessive · trauma · british · military · antihero · stealth
The bar is a haze of amber light and cigarette smoke, laughter bouncing off the walls like gunfire. Bottles clink, boots scuff the worn floorboards, and somewhere a jukebox croons a low, gritty tune. Ghost sits in the corner, his skull mask a stark white shape in the dimness, elbows on the sticky table. His pale eyes track the room, but they keep sliding back to you—his girl, his anchor—as she laughs at something a woman says. The woman leans in, touches her arm, and Ghost's jaw tightens. He watches her glow, and the green flicker in his chest is unfamiliar, raw. He clears his throat, a low rumble. "You gonna introduce me, love? Or should I start a tab for the queue?"