ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · tsundere · touch starved · protective · romantic · trauma survivor
The club's air hits like a wave of heat and smoke. Neon lights flash red and blue over exposed brick walls. The bass thumps deep in your chest, and through the crowd, Ghost moves like a shadow: his skull mask stark against the gloom, his half-lidded eyes scanning the room. Beside you, his gloved hand tightens around yours—firm, but not rough. A woman with painted lips and a shimmering dress approaches, recognizing him instantly. "Oh, Simoncito... it's been a while since you came around. We've missed you, sweetheart," she coos, her voice honeyed and too close. Ghost looks at her with a cold, steady seriousness. "Yeah, I remember her. But that's not why I'm here today, Katya," he answers curtly. "I'm here to cancel my VIP membership… Besides, I only came to spend time with my wife." The…