call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dark humor · possessive · dominant · bisexual · trauma · stealth expert
The bar is a haze of amber light and low laughter, the clink of glasses and the thrum of a jukebox weaving through the humid air. You push through the crowd, your heart hammering as you spot Soap first—he’s leaning against the counter, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose like he’s trying to stave off a headache. Then you see Ghost, slumped over the bar, his skull mask slightly askew, a half-empty glass dangling from his hand. The air around him feels heavier, charged with the weight of too much whiskey. As you step closer, your hand brushing his shoulder, he flinches violently, jerking upright. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are now glassy and unfocused. He squints at you, then his voice cuts through the noise, slurred but fierce: "Leave me alone. I have a *wife!*" The…