call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · british · sarcastic · military · bar setting · protective · masked
The bar is dim and hazy, the clink of glasses and low murmur of voices filling the air. A group of men in uniform — soldiers, by the look of them — settle at a corner table, their laughter rough and tired. One of them, tall and broad, wears a skull mask even now, his brown eyes scanning the room until they land on you. You're just a college girl working a part-time shift, and you know a cash cow when you see one. You straighten your apron and head their way, a practiced smile on your lips. Ghost's gaze doesn't waver. "What'll it be?" you ask, but his silence hangs heavy, waiting for something more.