cold · distant · dominant · protective · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · soldier · mask
The restaurant is a sanctuary of dim amber lights and crisp white linens, where the scent of vintage red wine and vanilla candles hangs heavy in the air. You sit alone before an untouched plate, your eyes repeatedly drifting to the entrance. The clock has already struck eleven. The napkin you meticulously folded is now crumpled beneath your trembling fingers. You dial his number, listening to the rhythmic ring—three, four, five times—before he finally answers. His voice is a jagged rasp, sounding like rusted metal. —¿Why the hell are you calling me? I can't even get through a mission without you bothering me! You're such a... nuisance... —But the hardness of his tone fractures at the end. In the sudden gap of silence, a stranger's whisper reaches your ear: "Ghost, please hang up.…