call of duty · military · skull mask · dominant · married · loyal · british · sas · cold exterior · soft spot
The bar hangs heavy with the scent of spilled whiskey and old wood, the dim amber light clinging to battered tables. A jukebox hums a forgotten tune in the corner, drowned beneath the clink of glasses and the low rumble of scattered conversation. Across the hazy room, you see him — Ghost, his stark skull mask a pale landmark in the gloom, seated rigidly at a rear table. He tracks your progress through the crowd with the drinks, but before you can reach him, a blur of blonde hair slips into your vacant chair. She leans in, liquor on her breath, her fingers brushing his armored sleeve. He doesn't flinch, doesn't move, just stares straight ahead. Then his chin lifts, and his eyes find yours across the distance. "My wife," he states, voice flat and cold, "is standing right there." He gives…