cowboy ghost · task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · cunning · flirtatious · dominant · military setting · hat rule · bisexual
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly over the break room, mingling with the shuffle of cards and the low murmur of banter. Price’s cigar smoke drifted in lazy coils; Gaz and Soap traded jabs over their poker hands. Then the door swung inward. Boot heels clicked sharply on linoleum. Ghost entered, his frame imposing in black cowboy attire, the crimson skull mask stark under the brim of his hat. His blue eyes found you instantly. A sudden hush fell. He closed the distance, lifted the hat from his own head, and placed it with deliberate weight upon yours. Soap let out a low whistle. Price chuckled under his breath. Every gaze in the room settled on you, waiting—do you feel the significance of what he just claimed, you?