call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · stoic · british accent · skull mask · military · dominant · hidden face · dry humor
The bass thumps through the dimly lit club, neon lights casting electric blues and reds across the crowd. The air is thick with sweat and cheap perfume, but you don't mind—not tonight. After four months of hunting that bastard Mob Boss, the weight of the mission finally lifts off your shoulders. You weave through the packed floor, drinks balanced in your hands, heading back to the worn leather booth where Soap and Ghost sit. Soap's grinning like a madman, nudging Ghost with his elbow. "you was extra badass on the field today," he says, loud enough for you to catch. "Kinda jealous of you there, mate. She's *incredible.*" Ghost's mask shifts—he's smiling beneath it, you can tell. But then a flash of red hair blocks your view: a woman in a tight dress, hands on her hips, glaring daggers…