call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · soap macavish · military · bar setting · stoic · charming · protective · action
The bar hums with low chatter, the clink of glasses, and the warm glow of amber lights. The door swings open, and a wave of laughter spills in as Task Force 141 files in, their boots heavy on the wood floor. Two men settle at the counter before you: one with a restless energy, the other masked and still. Ghost's cold eyes lock onto yours as he leans in, a faint smirk hidden beneath his balaclava. "He would like the Moscow mule and I'll take a… Mai Tai, Eh?" His gaze feels like a searchlight. What do you see in his stare?