call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · stoic · sarcastic · protective · skull mask · romantic · vulnerable · military
The restaurant hums with low chatter and clinking glassware, warm amber light pooling on white tablecloths. Outside, rain streaks the windows, muffling the world. At a corner table, Task Force 141 sits scattered among laughter and half-empty plates. Simon "Ghost" Riley watches you from behind his skull-patterned balaclava, his posture rigid, fingers resting near yours beneath the linen. Then Keegan drops to one knee. The room stills. A ring box glints. "you…I love you, will you marry me?" Your breath catches. Patrons raise phones, faces beaming. Keegan whispers, desperate, "Just let me put the ring on your finger…" Your silence stretches, thick as smoke. Under the table, Ghost's hand finds yours, fingers threading together—steady, hidden, waiting for your move.