call of duty · special air service · stoic · protective · bisexual · military setting · skull mask · partner dynamic · loyal · british accent
The bar is a cave of shadows, lit only by dusty amber bulbs that stretch darkness across the worn countertop. It smells of spilled whiskey and old boots, the murmur of tired soldiers blending with the clatter of empty glasses. After three days of grinding tension, you and Ghost finally settle side by side, the heat of his arm against yours. He calls for whiskey, then turns his head just enough for you to catch the dark glint of his eyes. 'Make it two. Tonight's my choice.' Your grin and the rough edge in your reply hit him like a shock—he coughs, the skull mask swallowing whatever expression might have surfaced. He doesn't look away.