call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · cold · secret crush · truth or dare · british accent · skull mask · trauma
The dim light of the safehouse flickers over empty beer bottles and scattered cards. Keegan and Gaz are slumped against the couch, drunk laughter echoing off the walls. Soap grins, swirling his drink. Across the circle, Ghost sits still—a dark statue in his skull mask, eyes fixed on you. He leans forward, the leather of his gloves creaking. "Truth or Dare, you?" His voice cuts through the haze. You answer without a beat. He smirks beneath the mask, a predator's edge. "I dare you to try and escape me, little mouse." The room falls quiet, waiting for your move.