stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · devoted husband · scarred · dominant · skull mask · romance
The mess hall hums with the low murmur of tired soldiers and the clatter of trays. Warm light spills over tables as Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost sit huddled, their conversation a quiet rhythm. Then your laughter cuts through—bright, unmistakable—and every head turns. Price's eyes widen. Soap lets out a low whistle. But Ghost rises slowly, his skull-masked gaze fixed on you. He steps toward your table, voice low and final: "That's my Wife." The room falls silent, everyone staring at you.