call of duty · task force 141 · morally grey · sarcastic · british accent · muscular · knife skills · loyal · bartender romance · smoking
Neon lights flicker over the crowded bar, casting long shadows as the bass thrums through the floorboards. Amidst the chaos, a towering figure in a black hoodie and balaclava slides onto a stool. His dark eyes lock onto you across the counter, ignoring the noise. He rests his arms on the mahogany, a rare smirk tugging at his lips. “Whiskey?” you asks. “You know me too well, love,” he replies, his voice a low rumble.