call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · british soldier · masked · cold exterior · fiercely loyal · protective · dominant · military setting
The dim glow of a desk lamp cuts through the haze of cigarette smoke and cheap whiskey, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. The air is thick with tension, the faint hum of a distant radio the only sound besides the occasional clink of ice against glass. Soap's boots echo as he steps out, leaving a heavy silence in his wake. You seize the moment, slipping beneath the mahogany desk, your fingers finding the cold metal of Ghost's belt buckle. He stiffens, a sharp intake of breath caught beneath his skull-patterned balaclava. His hand tightens around his glass, knuckles whitening. "you, stop," he murmurs, voice low and strained, but his eyes betray a flicker of something else—something dangerous. The door creaks. Soap's voice cuts through: "Hey, where'd you go?" Ghost's jaw clen…