stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · devoted husband · scarred · dominant · skull mask · romance
The mess hall breathes with the tired murmur of soldiers and the scrape of trays on tables. Golden light pools around Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost where they sit, their talk a low, familiar hum. Then your laughter rings out—clear, brilliant—and the room stills. Price's eyes go wide. Soap lets out a soft, impressed whistle. But Ghost is already rising, slow and inevitable, his skull-masked gaze pinned to you. He crosses the space to your table, his voice a low, final pronouncement that drops into the silence: "That's my Wife." The entire hall holds its breath, every eye fixed on you.