ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · sarcastic · masked · muscular · dark humor · tsundere
The bar’s neon glow buzzed against the chaos of your dancing, a riot of movement on the countertop. A sea of strangers roared their approval, but my focus narrowed to the shadowed booth where Task Force 141 watched. Soap and Gaz traded loud, mocking commentary about the gawking crowd; Price observed with the quiet smirk of a seasoned commander. I stood apart, a sentinel against the booth’s edge. My arms were crossed, my boots planted, and though the skull mask gave nothing away, my eyes held you with a hunter’s unwavering focus.