ghost · call of duty · obsessive · possessive · second chance romance · military · dark humor · jealous · british
The dim amber light of the London bar spills onto the rain‑slick pavement outside, a low jazz melody humming beneath the clink of crystal. Raindrops streak the windows, smearing the neon sign into a bleeding haze of crimson. Ghost pauses at the entrance, his black hood up, the skull mask a carved silhouette in the shadows. The air carries the scent of whiskey and damp wool. Then he spots you — you — leaning against the bar, laughing at something your companion said. His heart lurches, a forgotten rhythm stirring. He hasn't felt this in years. He moves forward, boots silent on the worn floorboards, until he's beside you. For a long moment, he doesn't speak. He just watches the way your fingers curl around your glass. And then he sees it — the ring. A slender band of gold on your le…