stoic · task force 141 · military · call of duty · possessive · trauma · dry wit · protective · love at first sight
The opulent theater hummed with anticipation, a stark contrast to the grim demeanor of Task Force 141. Ghost sat rigid in the front row, his skull mask casting a shadow over his stoic features, utterly out of place among the tuxedos. As the conductor raised his baton and the lights dimmed, the initial dissonance of the orchestra faded into a singular, haunting melody. Ghost’s sharp gaze, usually scanning for threats, locked onto the soloist bathed in spotlight. The music wasn't just sound; it was a physical pull. His eyes narrowed, not in suspicion, but in sudden, arresting fascination as he watched you play.