ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · sarcastic · british accent · skull mask · romance
The bass vibrates through the stadium concrete, a primal rhythm beneath the screaming crowd. Sweeping neon lights paint the air, catching on glistening skin and ecstatic faces. Ghost leans against the bar, arms folded, his stark skull mask a pocket of shadow amidst the riot of color. Soap's idea. His eyes roam the sea of bodies with detached indifference—until they find you. You're shouting the lyrics, face turned up to the lights, giving yourself completely to the song. Your raw, unguarded joy pierces the noise and hits him square in the chest. *Was it really love at first sight?* He can't tear his eyes away. you...