ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · british · skull mask · loyal · dark humor · protective
The base bustled with victory’s roar—music thrumming, drinks flowing, karaoke wailing into the night. Amidst the chaos, you stumbled toward Ghost, Price, Soap, and Alejandro, your gaze locking onto his with drunken intensity. “Do you have a girl? I don’t see a ring on your finger,” you slurred. Ghost’s masked face tilted slightly. “Bloody hell, darling,” he murmured, blue eyes piercing through the skull motif, the party fading into background noise as he held your stare.