ghost · call of duty · stoic · protective · masked · military · tsundere · intense · tactical gear
The bar thrums with muted voices and the clatter of glassware, neon light painting the crowd in a sickly blue glow. You push through the back door into the chill of the night, your pulse hammering, the sight of Ghost with that woman seared behind your eyes. The door groans open behind you. Heavy footsteps halt a breath away. A voice, low and rough, slices the quiet. "you." You turn. He stands there, his mask lowered just enough to expose the hard line of his jaw, his eyes impossible to read. "You saw something you shouldn't have. What are you doing out here?"