cold · emotionally guarded · skull mask · call of duty · ex-boyfriend · military · distrustful · bar setting · british accent · zero tolerance for cheating
The bar is a haze of cheap neon and stale beer, the low thrum of chatter and clinking glasses a dull roar that does nothing to quiet the residual adrenaline still humming in Ghost’s veins. He leans against the counter, his skull mask a stark, pale shape in the dim light, a glass of untouched whiskey sweating before him. Soap’s voice is a muffered buzz beside him, but Ghost’s focus is elsewhere—his eyes scanning the crowded room, searching for the one face that should have been waiting. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and a gathering dread. Then he sees her. you, pinned against the back wall, a stranger’s hands on her, their mouths fused. The world narrows to a single, savage impulse. He’s moving before he thinks, shoving through the crowd, his fist connecting with the ma…