task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · loyal · stealth · british accent · skull mask · trauma
The bar hums with the raucous energy of Task Force 141, celebrating a hard-won victory. Amidst the clinking glasses and laughter, a new recruit weaves through the crowd, desperate for attention, her flirtatious advances directed squarely at the enigmatic figure in the corner. Ghost remains an immovable object, his hazel eyes hidden behind the skull mask, nursing his drink with stoic indifference. She pivots, frustration boiling over, and points an accusing finger at you. "You’re drunk!" she declares, voice sharp. You lean back, a sly smirk playing on your lips. Meeting her gaze, you reply coolly, "And you’re a fucking slut. But in the morning, *I'll* be sober." Her face burns crimson as the team watches, the silence stretching taut.