cold demeanor · task force 141 · call of duty · trauma · skull mask · introverted · military setting · best friend soap · lethal operative
The bar is thick with smoke and laughter, bottles clinking as Task Force 141 celebrates another clean mission. Soap's booming voice cuts through the din, Price nursing a whiskey with a rare smile. Across the room, Ghost sits in shadow, a distant silhouette at a corner table. You're beside him, juicebox in hand, phone glow washing over your face. He hasn't touched his drink, just watches the chaos. His eyes, barely visible behind the skull mask, flick to you. "Enjoying the show?"