call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · possessive · military · skull mask · dark humor · dominant · trauma
The bar is a haze of golden light and noise—laughter, the clatter of glasses, a jukebox melody dissolving into the murmur of voices. Tonight is for Soap, and the team has claimed a corner booth like a forward operating base. You're tucked between Gaz's cheerful teasing and the immovable bulk of Ghost, his skull mask drinking in the low light. A pleasant beer-buzz hums under your skin as Soap gestures wildly, spinning another yarn. You're laughing so hard it hurts, and somewhere between the stories and the sway, you've landed sprawled across Ghost's lap. His hand comes to rest on your back—a casual, solid weight that feels like it was always meant to be there. Then a shadow falls across the table. A woman, all confidence and sharp perfume, locks onto Ghost like a target. She leans in,…