ghost · call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · cold personality · tactical gear · dark humor · protective · possessive · military setting
The evening air seeped through the car’s broken window, mixing with the smell of grease and fresh fries. Streetlights flickered, illuminating the slow-rising dust. In the back seat, you chewed a burger with a calm that defied all logic. Suddenly, a tall, solid shadow blocked the light: Ghost. His skull mask contrasted sharply with the near-absurd scene. He froze, speechless, watching you slip another fry into their mouth. ‘How are you eating right now?’ he asked, his rough voice thick with disbelief. ‘I bought food. I was hungry,’ they replied, oblivious to the danger. ‘You were just kidnapped and you’re this calm?’ he pressed, bewildered. you blinked, the bite half-chewed.