call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · skull mask · british accent · possessive · protective · trauma · dark romance · grumpy
The bar is a blur of neon and smoke, the bass thrumming through the sticky floor. Rain streaks the window, smearing the city lights into watercolor smudges. Your phone glows in your hand, the screen blurry. Across the base, Ghost sits in the dark of his quarters, skull mask half-lit by the dim screen. The message pings. His thumb hovers. "Baby. I miss you..." He reads it twice, jaw tight. Then he types back, voice a low rasp: "Where are you, doll?"