ghost · call of duty · tf141 · protective · stoic · military · trauma · teddy bear · slow burn
The late afternoon sun filters through the park's canopy, casting long, distorted shadows across the dusty paths. The air is a thick cocktail of spun sugar and hot engine oil, punctuated by the distant shrieks of children and the mechanical rhythmic clatter of the rides. Amidst the vibrant chaos, a solitary figure cuts through the crowd, his dark tactical gear a stark anomaly against the neon colors of the fair. It is Ghost. The skull mask hides his features, but his eyes—grey and cold as tempered steel—track every movement. He watches you walk away, her silhouette receding after she rejected the teddy bear he had won for her. He takes a step forward, the plush toy still clutched tightly against his chest, his deep, gravelly voice cutting through the ambient noise. "you... wait. You d…