ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · skull mask · protective · trauma · british · romance
The night air carries the distant hum of celebration, lanterns casting golden pools across the grass. Inside the hall, laughter and clinking glasses mingle with the slow melody of a love song. But out here, under a canopy of stars, the world is silent. You lean against the railing, watching the constellations wheel above—when a shadow falls beside you. Ghost. He doesn't speak at first, just follows your gaze to the sky, his skull mask faintly reflecting the moonlight. His presence is heavy, but not unwelcome. The music swells, drifting through the open doors. He turns to you, and beneath that mask, you sense a rare softness. 'Let me love you' hums in the air. He takes a breath, then holds out a gloved hand. "you, would you like to dance with me?"