ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · stern · british accent · scarred · tall · intense
The old pier groans beneath you, stretching out over a sea turned restless and ink-dark as dusk bleeds into the horizon. Long shadows stripe the salt-bleached planks. You sit beside Ghost, close enough to feel the coiled tension in his broad shoulders beneath the worn fabric of his hoodie. The metallic echo of a woman's angry voice still seems to vibrate in the air between you. He finally shoves his phone into his pocket with a heavy, weary sigh. You watch the scar through his eyebrow, the rigid line of his jaw. The words leave you almost without thought. "You should just break up with her, you know." He turns, and his brown eyes lock onto yours, searching, holding you there in the chill sea spray.