cold · gentleman · protective · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · skull mask · trauma · dominant
The night air bites with the chill of victory as the Task Force 141 spills onto the tarmac, the distant hum of a transport van the only sound against the fading bass of the club. Neon lights leave ghostly trails on the wet ground as you all stumble back, laughter fading into exhaustion. Ghost, a shadow of composure among the weary, catches your pained expression. He strides over, his skull mask stark under the moon, and kneels on one knee. "Come on you. Let's take those heels off, I'll carry you." His voice is a low rumble, eyes fixed on yours. What do you say?