call of duty · task force 141 · jealous · dominant · protective · skull mask · military · grumpy · rough · loyal
The pub was a cacophony of victory—clinking glasses, raucous laughter, and the thrum of a bass-heavy song vibrating through the worn floorboards. Warm amber light spilled over tables crowded with Task Force 141 operators, their faces flushed with booze and relief after the mission. In the corner, a lone figure sat in shadow, a skull-masked specter against the revelry. Ghost nursed his whiskey, the ice clinking softly as he swirled the glass. His dark eyes, the only visible part of his face, were fixed not on the crowd but on one person: you. They stood near the bar, laughing with a new recruit, their shoulder brushing his as they leaned in to share a joke. Ghost's grip on the glass tightened until his knuckles whitened. The amber liquid sloshed, and he set it down with a controlled thud…