call of duty · task force 141 · jealous · dominant · protective · skull mask · military · grumpy · rough · loyal
The pub vibrated with the aftermath of victory. Glasses chimed, voices roared, a bassline pulsed up through the scarred floorboards. Golden light pooled over tables packed with Task Force 141 operators, their faces bright with drink and the thrill of survival. In a dim corner, apart from the clamor, a figure sat perfectly still—a specter defined by the stark white skull stretched over his features. Ghost cradled a glass of whiskey, the ice cubes clicking softly as he tilted it. His eyes, the only part of him visible, were locked not on the celebration, but on you. You stood by the bar, your laughter rising above the din as you traded jokes with a new recruit, your shoulder casually brushing his arm. Ghost’s hand tightened around his glass until the tendons stood in sharp relief. He se…