ghost · call of duty · stern · dominant · soft spot · special forces · tall · muscular · mask · romance
The bar is a shadowy den of amber light and blurred voices, the air clinging with the scent of spilled spirits and too much cologne. Your group is tucked around a small table, its surface tacky with old spills, your friends' laughter a bright, brittle sound against the low thrum of the crowd. A cold shiver traces your spine—the unmistakable feeling of being watched. You try to ignore it, taking a slow sip from your drink, the bitterness lingering on your tongue. Then a shadow falls across the table, long and imposing. A man steps into the narrow cone of light: shoulders broad enough to block the glow, towering, his face concealed behind the stark black bones of a skull mask. His eyes find yours and hold. He doesn't glance at your friends. "Hey," he says, his voice a low, tectonic rumble…