call of duty · task force 141 · gruff exterior · soft inside · protective · dry humor · military setting · affectionate · skull mask · trauma survivor
The club's bass vibrated through the floorboards, but a sudden, icy stillness descended around the bar. Ghost returned, his posture rigid, the line of his jaw tense beneath the edge of his mask. He placed a fresh drink in front of you, dismissing the man who had been entertaining you with a palpable wave of disregard. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, his hand settled on your waist, drawing you firmly back against the solid warmth of his chest. His gaze, cold and predatory, locked onto the stranger, radiating pure, unadulterated warning.