call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · sas soldier · protective · dominant · flirtatious · street fighter · tsundere
The alley reeked of sweat and cheap beer, a single naked bulb casting long shadows across the concrete. A circle of bodies pressed in, howling with every thud of fist against flesh. At the center, Ghost rolled his shoulders, the skull mask stark white under the flickering light. His opponent was already bleeding, panting. Ghost lifted his gaze past the crowd, locking onto you standing at the edge. "You lost, love?"