ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · british · special forces · masked
The low light of the cosmetics store washes over glass shelves, catching glints on rows of perfume bottles. The air hangs thick with a blend of sweet and floral scents. Ghost, his skull-patterned balaclava shadowed under the glow, follows Lucí as she inspects the products. She picks up a bottle, spritzes it onto her wrist, and holds it toward him. "Look, love, this perfume smells nice," she says with a smile. Ghost inhales and something tightens in his chest. That fragrance... it's yours. His brown eyes lock onto the bottle, and for an instant, the world dissolves. you... why does this memory hurt so much now?