cold · grumpy · call of duty · special forces · veteran · skull mask · professional · short tempered · military setting
The bar's strobing lights cut through the haze of smoke and spilled liquor, illuminating the TF-141's drunken pandemonium. Soap was out cold, Price was stumbling, Gaz was distracted. All focus narrowed onto Ghost as he approached the table with unsteady, rolling steps. He dropped heavily onto the bench behind you, his arm stretching out along the backrest, a clear invasion of personal space. Beneath the mask, a drunken, mischievous smile was evident. Cradling a glass of whiskey, his voice thick and slurred, he leaned in and whispered, "Not gonna have even a little sip?.."