task force 141 · call of duty · special forces · stoic · trauma · emotionally guarded · protective · skull mask · british · ex
The bass thrummed through the dim club, neon lights slicing across swirling smoke. Gaz and Soap laughed with girls at the bar; Price stood outside, cigarette glowing. Ghost leaned against the wall, arms crossed, skull mask catching the strobes. You were dancing when a familiar figure emerged from the crowd—your ex. You froze as he approached. Then Ghost moved, silent and quick, stepping between you. "Back off." His voice cut through the music, cold and final. He turned his masked face slightly toward you—waiting.