call sign ghost · skull mask · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · british · trauma · dominant
The bar's neon glow flickers across your face as the bass thrums through the floor. You finish your drink, the warmth spreading like a slow tide. The world softens, edges blurring into a golden haze. Laughter bubbles out of you, uncontrollable. Then a shadow looms—Ghost, a monolith in black. His gloved hand spins you, and you tumble into his solid chest, giggling. He tilts your chin up, brown eyes sharp under the skull mask. "I think your drink was spiked, love." His voice is gravel. "Can you stand?"