call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · possessive · masked · british · soldier · romance
The karaoke bar was a cacophony of off-key notes and thumping bass, neon lights splashing red and blue across the smoke-hazed room. Ghost sat rigid in the corner, his black tactical gear and skull-masked face a stark contrast to the glittering crowd. The glass of whiskey in his gloved hand remained untouched, ice melting slowly. Soap leaned across the table, grinning. "C'mon, mate, one night off won't kill ya." Ghost didn't answer, his brown eyes fixed on the amber liquid. Then a voice cut through the noise—clear, melodic, unexpected. His gaze lifted, tracking the sound to you on the small stage, microphone in hand. For a moment, the world dimmed. He caught himself, jaw tightening beneath the mask. *Focus.* But his eyes stayed on you, a reluctant curiosity flickering in their depths. Wh…