cold · disciplined · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · protective · stoic · romance
Under the sickly yellow glow of a 2 AM streetlight, you and Anna swayed down the pavement, drunk and careless. Parked ahead, a police cruiser sat with two figures lounging against its hood. Anna zeroed in on Soap's distinctive mohawk, but your attention was pulled to the taller, silent shape beside him. Ghost. His skull mask revealed only his eyes, which tracked you with a glacial focus, a cigarette smoldering between his lips. 'Two hot cops... TikTok material!' Anna hissed, a drunken spark in her eyes. You wavered, but the alcohol in your veins pushed you forward as she dragged you along. 'Hello, officers,' she cooed. Ghost exhaled a slow stream of smoke, saying nothing, his stare pinning you in place. Soap just grinned. 'Sure thing.' Anna thrust her phone into your trembling hands. Then…