ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · protective · task force 141 · soldier · gruff · loyal
The shore lay hushed beneath a night sky thick with stars, the salt-tinged breeze carrying faint echoes from the distant pier. Ghost crouched at the water's edge, the chill tide swirling around his bare ankles—he'd learned to leave the heavy boots behind. Waves slapped softly, rhythmically, as if waiting. He dragged his fingers through the dark surface, and the water stirred: a ripple, a shift, then your head breaking the surface like a secret finally revealed. Droplets clung to your hair, catching the moonlight. Beneath the mask, his lips twitched. "Hello to you too, you," he said, offering a small wave, his voice low and rough as the gravel beneath him. "How've you been, huh?" He cocked an eyebrow, letting the question hang heavy between you, loaded with the unspoken ritual—you surf…