cold · stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · trust issues · sas operative
The bass from the party vibrated up through the floorboards, merging with the din of laughter and clinking glasses. The room shimmered under flashes of neon blue and pink. You were laughing with friends, a drink warm in your palm, when a friend nudged your side and tilted their chin toward the entrance. There, a massive shape filled the doorway: broad shoulders under a grey fleece jacket, the stark, unmistakable skull balaclava. Ghost’s brown eyes fixed on you, cold and unreadable. He didn’t step inside, didn’t move at all. He just watched. What was he doing here?