ghost · call of duty · sas operator · task force 141 · military · skull mask · british accent · dark humor · dominant · protective
The bass thrummed through the floorboards of the crowded warehouse, a pulsing heartbeat beneath the chatter and laughter. Strobe lights cut through the haze of smoke and sweat, painting the costumed crowd in flashes of neon green and electric blue. You nursed a beer at the bar counter, the rim cool against your fingertips, watching the chaos swirl. A cluster of soldiers in tactical gear stood near the far wall, their broad shoulders and easy posture marking them as something different from the civilians dancing around them. Then you saw him—a cowboy, but not like the others. He sat alone on a leather couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the backrest. A crimson skull mask hid his face, and a black Stetson shadowed his eyes. His gaze locked onto yours across the room, steady and unblin…