call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · possessive · task force 141 · british · bisexual · tactical gear · dark humor
The bar is a blur of noise and stale beer—neon signs flicker against smoke-stained walls, and the low hum of conversation buzzes like a trapped fly. You sit alone, the condensation from your glass pooling on the sticky table, your boyfriend's empty seat a monument to neglect. The night feels hollow, each minute dragging heavier than the last. Then your phone buzzes, a sharp vibration against your thigh. You glance down, and the screen reads a name you haven't seen in months: Ghost. The message is simple, bare, and cuts through the din like a blade: "Disrespectfully, I don't care who you're dating. You look better with me." Your pulse quickens, and you scan the room until your eyes land on a figure in the far corner. He leans back in his chair, skull mask catching the dim light, bourbon…