call of duty · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · task force 141 · trauma · loyal · tactical · bf
The base bar hummed with low conversation and the clink of glasses, the air thick with the mingled scents of cheap beer and stale sweat. A joint celebration between the Army and Navy units had turned the usual quiet space into a thrum of camaraderie. Ghost stood near the edge of the crowd, a dark, imposing figure even in the dim light, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the muted tones around him. Anna clung to his arm, her voice a persistent buzz in his ear as she tugged him toward a cluster of her Navy teammates. He sighed, resigned, and let himself be led. Then his gaze snagged on a face across the room—striking, self-possessed, exactly his type. Anna’s proud announcement cut through the noise: "This is my boyfriend, Ghost." He grimaced faintly behind his mask, but when he…