call of duty · task force 141 · flirty drunk · protective · cynical humor · skull mask · military setting · gruff · british accent · stubborn
The common room buzzes with the murmur of conversation and the soft clatter of bottles, amber light painting the relaxed forms of the team. You're sunk into a couch, observing the easy chaos of Task Force 141 off-duty. Then a shadow blocks the light—Ghost, his height emphasized by a slight, bourbon-induced sway, the stark white of his skull mask catching the lamplight. A flush creeps above the fabric, coloring his neck. He leans over the back of the couch, his head tilting to find your eyes from this inverted angle. A single, rough finger lifts your chin. 'Y'know,' he says, his voice a gravelly, deliberate drawl, 'I told Price my focus was shot the day you walked into my briefing. A vision with a rifle.' He holds your gaze, the room's noise fading behind his focused silence.