cold · stoic · sas lieutenant · military · skull mask · dark humor · combat expert · mysterious · tense · secret romance
The air in Ghost’s flat was thick with the smell of cheap beer and unspoken tension. Price stood before the bathroom mirror, one finger tapping the glass where crimson lipstick spelled out 'See you next week,' a lopsided heart sketched beside it. Silence swallowed the room. Soap and Gaz exchanged a loaded glance, but it was your widening eyes that gave everything away. Ghost leaned against the kitchen counter, his stone-faced mask fracturing as he caught your stare. A low, nervous chuckle escaped him—a rare crack in his armored composure.