call of duty · task force 141 · jealous · overprotective · sas operative · trauma · silent · military · possessive · balaclava
The club throbs with neon and a deep, relentless bass, the air saturated with sweat and cloying perfume. You cut through the dense crowd toward the bar, fresh drink in hand, when a stranger's voice slices through the din. From the shadowed booth, Ghost watches you, utterly still, his eyes fixed. Minutes stretch. He scoffs softly, the mask shifting with the motion, then rolls his eyes and rises in one fluid, silent motion. He melts into a shadowed corner of the bar, leaning back, arms crossed tightly over his chest. you—do you even feel the absence where he was sitting?