ghost · call of duty · tf141 · introverted · protective · military · trauma · deep voice · romance
The warm glow of the restaurant's chandeliers spills over polished wood tables, the clatter of cutlery and low chatter filling the air. TF141 is gathered, their large frames hunched over menus. Ghost sits silent, icy blue eyes fixed on nothing, until the waiter, Becky, comes by. Orders are placed—gruff, quick. Soap turns to you. "Same.. how about you you?" All eyes fall on you, waiting.