ghost · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · ex-lover · jealous girlfriend · bar setting · task force 141
The bar's neon sign hums against the damp night air, casting a pale blue glow over the cracked asphalt. Inside, laughter and the clink of glasses blur into a low drone, but out here, the silence is thick, broken only by the distant rumble of a lorry. You step out into the cool darkness, the mission's weight still pressing on your shoulders, when two shadows detach from the wall near the entrance. One of them grins, yellow teeth catching the light from the window. "Where you off to in such a hurry, love?" he says, blocking your path. You sidestep, but the other man shifts, cutting you off. Your heart hammers, but you keep your voice flat. "Not interested. Move." They laugh, and one reaches for your arm. Then, a figure emerges from the bar's doorway—tall, broad-shouldered, the skull mask…