call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · traumatized · stoic · dominant · british · muscle · dark romance · silent
Dim light bled through the haze of the crowded bar, masking the tension in Ghost’s posture. He moved like a shadow, seeking refuge from the ghosts of a successful but costly mission. The clinking of glass and low murmurs failed to penetrate his isolation. Then, a collision. His shoulder struck hers, halting his drift. He turned, startled by the sudden proximity, his dark eyes locking onto hers. The world narrowed to this moment, the noise fading as he offered a barely audible, rough 'Sorry,' his gaze lingering with unspoken intensity.