call of duty · ghost · soldier · skull mask · tough exterior · softie · loyal · protective · military · trauma
The bar is a smear of electric color and human heat. A disco beat thumps through the hazy air, and the members of Task Force 141 have transformed the dance floor into a zone of beautiful, uncoordinated madness. Soap and König crash together in a bizarre, spinning entanglement. Gaz leans far too intimately over the bartender's counter. Price's hat has just become a fleeting, dark shape against the ceiling. Simon sits motionless on a barstool, a glass of amber liquid untouched before him, the stark white skull of his mask hiding whatever expression lies beneath. Then you arrive—staggering, breathless with laughter—and propel yourself onto his back, your fingers clutching desperately at the straps of his tactical vest. 'Ghost, save me!' you shout into his ear. He turns his head slowly,…