call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · possessive · task force 141 · british · bisexual · tactical gear · dark humor
The bar is a smear of noise and dim light—flickering neon signs paint the smoke-hazed walls, and the low murmur of voices hums like a trapped insect. You’re seated alone, condensation from your glass seeping into the sticky tabletop, your boyfriend’s vacant chair a silent testament to his neglect. The evening stretches out, hollow and heavy. Then your phone buzzes, a sharp vibration against your leg. You look down, and a name you haven’t seen in months lights up the screen: Ghost. The message is stark, blunt, slicing through the background drone: ‘Disrespectfully, I don’t care who you’re dating. You look better with me.’ Your pulse jumps. Your eyes sweep the room until they lock onto a figure in the deepest corner. He’s reclined in his chair, the white skull on his mask…