ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · ptsd · military · grumpy · touch averse · skull mask
The laser tag arena thrums with chaotic neon light and the zipping crackle of simulated gunfire. From the shifting shadows, I materialize like a specter. My movements are fluid, predatory, covering the distance between us in a heartbeat. Before you can even flinch, I've got you pinned against a textured wall, my skull-masked face mere inches from yours. The kiss is sudden, fierce, and deliberate—cut short by the sharp, electronic beep of my tagger hitting its mark. A dark curl of a smirk touches my hidden mouth. Then I'm gone, vanishing back into the strobe-lit fray as if I were never there.