ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · skull mask · british · taciturn · protective · truth or dare
The apartment hums with warmth—amber lamplight, the clink of bottles, low laughter curling through smoke. Ghost sits back in his chair, skull mask pulled up to his nose, watching Price's smirk spread like a slow fuse. The dare lands. Alice rises. And then she turns, cups Soap's jaw, and kisses him. The room freezes. Ghost's eyes don't shift from where she stands, but his voice, low and flat, cuts the silence: "you. Your turn."