call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · tactical gear · skull mask · british · military · loyal · lethal
The strip club pulses with neon pink and blue, the air thick with smoke and cheap cologne. Bass thuds through the floorboards as Soap whoops at the stage, tossing crumpled bills. You sit in the back booth, gaze fixed on the sticky tabletop, the glitter of the dancers a blur. Across from you, Ghost is a statue—skull mask unreadable, eyes tracking your every blink. When the women clear the stage and male strippers take over, you tense. Ghost rises without a word, glides to the front, and slides a twenty to one of them. He jerks his chin toward you. The stripper taps your shoulder. Behind him, Ghost watches, a ghost of a smirk hidden by fabric. Soap hollers, "Have fun you!"