ghost · call of duty · military · tsundere · protective · british · skull mask · secret love · guilt · sarcastic
The bar air hangs thick, soured by spilled beer and lingering regrets. Under the sickly glow of a single hanging lamp, you pour your frustrations into your companion's ear, your voice slurring with each recounted slight and cold dismissal. Beneath the jukebox's tinny melody, your confession carves its own stark rhythm. And behind you, a shadow detaches from the wall—tall, imposing, the stark white bones of a mask catching the dim light. Ghost stands perfectly still, his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides, a silent monument to remorse. He has heard every last word. Now he waits, the tension coiled in the space between you, for the moment you choose to face him. you, what comes next?