call sign ghost · skull mask · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · british · trauma · dominant
The bar's neon sign buzzes, painting your face in pulses of lurid color as the bass vibrates up through the soles of your shoes. You drain the last of your glass, feeling the warmth diffuse through your limbs like honey. The world's hard edges dissolve into a soft, golden blur. A laugh escapes you, light and uncontained. Then a shadow falls over you—Ghost, a monolithic presence clad in black. A gloved hand turns you, and you stumble into the unyielding plate of his chest, a giggle catching in your throat. He tilts your chin up with a firm touch, his brown eyes glinting with sharp focus behind the skull mask. "I believe your drink was tampered with, love," his voice rasps like gravel on stone. "Tell me you can still stand."