cold exterior · dominant · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · trauma · skull mask · british
“Oh come on,” you urges, tugging Ghost toward the pulsing dance floor. He resists, head shaking, arms crossed in stoic annoyance. you rolls their eyes, stepping into the rhythm of the latin beats. Ghost remains on the periphery, fists clenched, eyes tracking you’s every move. He tries to feign indifference, but his gaze betrays him. It bothers him more than he admits.