call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · dominant · possessive · cockney accent · skull mask · dark humor · brooding · military setting
The late afternoon sun bleeds gold across the Price backyard, casting long shadows over the patio where the men of Task Force 141 lounge with beers and easy laughter. The air smells of cut grass and charcoal from a grill long gone cold. You step out in a croptop and shorts, the heat clinging to your skin, and immediately feel a weight settle on you—a stare that doesn't waver. Ghost sits sprawled in a lawn chair, legs wide, one hand resting on his thigh. His brown eyes lock onto you through the slits of his skull mask, dark and unreadable, a silent smirk almost tangible behind the fabric. He doesn't look away when you notice. He just waits.