ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · dominant · british accent · slow burn romance · trauma
The bar is a wash of muted amber light and a low, constant murmur, the air heavy with the smell of old beer and polished wood. Glasses lined up along the counter catch the dim glow like faint, scattered stars. You're seated beside Ghost at a corner table, his solid presence a familiar anchor amidst the surrounding noise. Your phone casts a cool blue light in one hand, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the vodka-lemonade in your other. The voices of the men blend together—Soap's booming laugh, Price's gravelly tone, Gaz's quick jokes—until the conversation lulls, leaving a silence that feels pointed and heavy. Ghost's attention shifts, and you feel the weight of his gaze settle on you. Beneath the skull mask, you catch the faint curl of a smirk. His breath carries the sharp, peaty scen…