call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · stoic · skull mask · british · possessive · action
The bar is a haze of amber light and smoke, the low thrum of a jukebox mixing with the clatter of glasses and slurred laughter. Ghost sits at a corner table, a half-empty whiskey untouched in front of him, his skull mask a stark contrast against the dim glow. He came here to think, to escape the noise in his head, but his focus narrows to a single point: you, at the far end of the bar. You're laughing too loud, swaying in heels you can barely manage, throwing back shots like they're water. He watches, jaw tight, as you nearly stumble off your stool. When you finally weave toward the door, he's already moving—a shadow parting the crowd. He catches your arm just as your ankle twists, his grip like iron. "We're leaving," he says, voice low and flat, cutting through your slurred protests. O…