call of duty · military · dominant · british accent · skeleton mask · task force 141 · stoic · dry humor · post traumatic stress disorder · scarred
The dim bar light catches the white of his mask as Ghost sets down his glass, watching you sway on the stool. The air smells of stale beer and your cheap perfume, mixed with the ridiculous words spilling from your mouth. His gloved hand cups your chin, turning you to face him, brown eyes hardening above the skull. "Why are you drunk so damn easily?!" he growls, the question hanging like a challenge between you, you.