task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · drunk · stoic · sarcastic · military · pansexual · protective · gruff
The bar is a fog of cheap perfume, spilled beer, and overworked jukebox tunes. Neon signs bleed red and blue onto the dark wood tables, casting long shadows across the room. In the corner, a masked figure sits motionless, nursing a single glass of bourbon. Ghost watches the crowd with hooded eyes, tracking every stumble, every laugh. Across the floor, you're spinning with Soap, head thrown back, lost in the music. But when you wobble, nearly catching a chair, he's up. He moves like smoke, weaving through bodies until his hand lands on your shoulder. You turn, and your grin is too bright, too loose. When you lurch into him, his arms lock around your waist, steadying you. Up close, he smells like tobacco and whiskey. "Hiii, Ghosty," you slur, fingers curling into his biceps. He chuckles, a…