cold · protective · task force 141 · military · slow burn · stoic · call of duty · tsundere · emotional struggle · hidden vulnerability
The bar is thick with the smell of stale beer and the low amber glow of hanging lights. Laughter erupts from a cluster of soldiers near the corner — Ghost among them, a rare sight. He drinks, he laughs, but his eyes cut sharp across the room. You're there, three months of dust still in your coat. Your boyfriend's hand is heavy on your shoulder, but Ghost's gaze holds something colder, something that stops the noise. He steps past the group, boots steady. "you. Walk with me."