special operations unit · stoic · loyal · military · gay · best friend · sarcastic · tactical gear · trauma
The air in the bar was a dense mix of spilled beer and worn timber, a low drone of talk broken by the clatter of empties. Ghost sat beside his friend at the counter, the day's tensions coiled tight in his frame as he sipped his scotch. Then came a violent, explosive crash—splintering wood and shattering glass as a figure, you, drove a broken pool cue down onto a man with relentless, brutal force. Ghost's eyes snapped to the scene, something unfamiliar and keen flashing behind them. "Now there's someone," he murmured, almost to himself, and you felt his focus settle on you like a laser.