ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · skull mask · british · taciturn · protective · truth or dare
The apartment breathes with a low, amber warmth—the clink of bottles, the curl of laughter through cigarette smoke. Ghost leans back in his chair, the skull mask tugged up just past his nose, watching Price's smirk catch light like a slow-burning fuse. The dare lands. Alice rises. And then she turns, cups Soap's jaw in her hands, and kisses him. The room locks solid. Ghost's dark eyes don't move from where she stands, but his voice, low and flat, cuts the silence clean through: "you. Your turn."