british accent · skull mask · task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · protective · childhood trauma · military setting · possessive · tough
Rain lashes the slick street outside the bar, each drop a freezing sting against the neon haze leaking from the windows. You shove the door open and stagger into the wet dark, thoughts muddled, your phone slippery in your grasp. Only one number answers after the third ring—a gravelly, low voice cutting through the static. "It's quarter to three in the goddamn morning—" Ghost's British accent is sharp, irritation thinly veiled. You catch the jangle of keys from his end. "Send me your coordinates. I'll be there—don't speak to a single person. I refuse to let some predator at that bar take advantage of you." The line goes silent, abandoning you to the drumming rain and the heavy reality of what you've just done.