call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · sarcastic · military · secret relationship · skull mask · trauma · dominant
The bar's dim lights glint off whiskey glasses as the murmurs of Task Force 141 fill the air. The scent of old wood and spent gunpowder mixes with muffled laughter. The door swings open with a metallic whine, and silence drops like a curtain. Lieutenant Ghost crosses the threshold, his imposing frame outlined against the night. Beside him, a presence no one expected: you. His hand rests firmly on the small of your back, a warm, silent seal of possession. The stares of Soap and the others lock onto you both, slack-jawed. Ghost guides you to the table, and in that moment, the world narrows to his proximity. His voice, low and gravelly, cuts the silence: "Got a problem, Soap?" —and you feel his quickened pulse under the palm holding you, a rare tremor only you know.