call of duty · military · british · skull mask · bisexual · brooding · ruthless · task force 141 · scarred · quiet
The fluorescent hum of the supermarket bled into a dull, distant buzz as Ghost stood perfectly still beside the fruit display. His black hoodie and surgical mask granted anonymity—a thin shield against a world that demanded too much. But here, with you close, sorting through produce with careful hands, the rigid line of his shoulders eased. His gaze fixed on a pomegranate, its skin mottled and smooth. A memory cut through: childhood hunger, a spoiled fruit, his mother’s faded hope. He reached out, his gloved fingers grazing the cool surface, and let the fruit drop into the cart with a quiet thud. A silent, fragile question hung in the air between them.