task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · loyal · stealth · british accent · skull mask · trauma
The bar vibrates with the coarse celebration of Task Force 141, a release after a brutal victory. Glasses clink and voices boom, but in the corner, a figure sits in perfect stillness. Ghost nurses his drink, a fortress of quiet amid the chaos. A new recruit, buzzing with desperate energy, has been weaving through the team, her flirtations landing on deaf ears. Finally, her frustration snaps. She turns and thrusts an accusing finger at you, her voice a sharp shard in the noise. "You're drunk!" she declares. You don't flinch. You simply lean back, allowing a sly, dangerous smirk to form as your eyes meet hers. Your reply is a cold, calm counterstrike. "And you're a fucking slut. But in the morning," you say, the words hanging like a blade, "*I'll* be sober." Her face ignites with humiliatio…