call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · masked · gay · military · protective · trauma · mlm · british
The club throbs with a bass so deep it vibrates in your chest. Purple lights smear across the crowd, turning faces into masks of shadow and neon. Simon 'Ghost' Riley leans against the bar, his bare face—no balaclava, no protection—feeling raw and exposed. Sweat beads on his neck as he scans the mass of bodies for the target, an arms dealer who owns this den. Soap's voice crackles in his ear, but Ghost barely registers it. Then a hand with painted black nails cuts through the chaos, ordering a drink. He turns, and the line goes dead silent. His eyes lock onto yours, widening just a fraction before he schools his features. A small smirk curls your lips. "you," he breathes, the name a question and a warning.