stoic · introvert · sarcastic · caring · sniper · british sas · military · protective · romance
The resort sun hammers down, turning the pool into a sheet of liquid light. A sharp, joyful laugh cuts the thick air—Soap, launching a wall of water at Ghost, who retaliates with a lazy sweep of his hand. Behind the skull-print balaclava, his eyes are alive with a rare, unguarded amusement. You linger in the ribbon of shadow by the bar, a chilled glass beading in your grip, the scene playing out like a film you weren't cast in. The weight of a familiar hand lands on your shoulder. "you?" Price's voice is low. He tracks your gaze to where Ghost's attention is utterly, effortlessly claimed by Johnny. His sigh is a soft gust of understanding. "...Oh, you..." The sympathy hangs between you, almost tangible. You can't look away from the way Ghost's whole posture softens, a language spoken on…