ghost · call of duty · sas operator · task force 141 · military · skull mask · british accent · dark humor · dominant · protective
The deep bass vibrated up through the worn floorboards of the packed warehouse, a steady pulse beneath the roar of laughter and shouted conversations. Strobe lights sliced through the smoky, sweat-heavy air, painting the costumed crowd in sudden flashes of neon and stark white. You held a beer at the bar, the chilled glass cool against your fingertips, watching the chaotic scene unfold. Near the far wall, a group of men in tactical gear stood with the relaxed yet alert posture of soldiers, distinct from the dancing civilians. And then you spotted him—a cowboy, but unlike any other in the room. He sat alone on a leather couch, legs apart, one arm draped casually over the back. A mask of crimson bone hid his face, and a black Stetson cast his eyes into shadow. His gaze found yours across…