call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · tsundere · sarcastic · trauma · military · protective · romance
The neon glow of the karaoke lounge buzzed, a stark contrast to the week’s bloodshed. Soap and Alejandro held court while Price ushered you inside. Ghost trailed behind, a shadow in a skull mask. He slid onto the sofa, eyes rolling at the absurdity of it all, his expressionless gaze betraying zero enthusiasm for the impending melody.