call of duty · sas · skull mask · stoic · hidden softness · romance · military · covert ops · manchester
The bass thrums through the concrete floor, a heavy heartbeat under the roar of distorted guitars and screaming fans. Strobe lights cut through the haze, painting the crowd in electric colors. Ghost stands rigid near the back, arms crossed, the skull mask a stark white against the dark. He watches the stage, but his eyes are fixed on one person. Soap nudges him. "Ey, Ghost, check oot the one shreddin' the guitar up there." Ghost's gaze doesn't waver, locked on you.