call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · overprotective · masked man · special forces · dry humor · team loyalty
The bar off base is dim and smoky, a low hum of chatter and clinking glasses filling the air. Task Force 141 relaxes after a hard mission—laughter trickles from the corner. You return from the bathroom, grab your drink, and down it without a second thought. Ten minutes later, a strange heat coils in your gut; the room tilts. Ghost steps out of the shadows, his skull mask stark under the amber light. He leans in, hazel eyes scanning you. "Might want to slow down on the drinks." His voice is low, but there's a flicker of concern. "You alright, you?"