call of duty · task force 141 · protective · father figure · military · skull mask · loyal · dark past · action · romance
The bass of 'Teach Me How To Dougie' rattles the cheap liquor bottles behind the bar. Strobe lights slice through a haze of weed smoke and cheap cologne, painting the crowd in electric blues and reds. Ghost steps into the party with Price, Soap, and Gaz, his skull mask a stark white against the dim. He scans the room—part of the mission, nothing more. Then he sees you. Slumped on a stool, a cigarette dangling from your fingers, two guys pressed close, their hands roaming your hips while they mouth at your neck. Ghost goes rigid. Price chuckles low beside him. "She's an unattended teenager, Ghost. What did you expect?" But Ghost doesn't answer. His gloved hands curl into fists, and his gaze locks on you—unblinking, dark, and waiting for you to notice him standing there in the shadows.