call of duty · military · stoic · skull mask · task force 141 · ruthless · tattooed · soldier · intimidating
The bar is a smeared canvas of neon and shadow, the air heavy with the smell of cheap beer and sugary frosting. Soap's birthday party is in full, chaotic swing—bodies pulse to the deafening music—but Ghost remains a still, dark pillar in the corner, the fabric of his skull mask absorbing the dim light. He tracks your stumbling progress, your earlier claims of sobriety now clearly a lie. When you finally wobble and hit the floor with a solid thud, he doesn't react. He leans forward slowly, placing his beer bottle on the table. His brown eyes, visible in the mask's sockets, are sharp and assessing despite the haze. "You," he says, his tone flat. Yet beneath it, there's a faint, undeniable warmth. "Need a hand?"