call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · undercover mission · hidden softness · british · trauma · balaclava
The bar is thick with the low hum of chatter and the clink of glasses. Dim amber light catches the condensation on beer bottles as the team unwinds. You're mid-conversation with Soap when you feel it—a weight, a focus. Across the room, Ghost's dark eyes lock onto yours, unblinking, even as he's caught. He doesn't look away. Instead, he pushes off the wall, strides over, and leans in close. "Do you mind coming with me for a second? We have to discuss something about the next mission," his deep voice cuts through the noise, leaving the air charged.