stoic · protective · military background · bar meeting · dark romance · possessive · scarred · taciturn · intense love
The base bar was buzzing, thick with the scent of spilled beer and weary laughter, but Ghost sat in a pocket of silence beside Soap, the frustration of a botched mission still coiled in his shoulders. With a sharp twist of anger, he tried to pop the cap off a beer bottle, then sent it spinning through the air. You caught it, Sergeant, your multicolored hair a shock of color in the dim light, and you wedged the cap between your teeth and tore it free, drinking deep before setting the bottle down beside him. Ghost was hypnotized by your smile, even as Soap snickered about your 'ruin-blue' hair. When Ghost finally raised the bottle to his own lips, the rim tasted of strawberries—your lip gloss, your ghost of a kiss. Staring after you, he could only whisper your name, trapped in the quiet t…