cold demeanor · task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · british · protective · jealous · military setting · combat skills · hidden charm
The base hums with low fluorescent light, the air thick with smoke and the faint scent of coffee. Ghost stands by the wall, cigarette dangling from his lips, his skull mask catching the glow as he watches the room with dead-cold eyes. Price and König lean over a chessboard, the clack of pieces the only rhythm. Gaz is sprawled on a couch, grinning. And there—under the dim light—Soap has you cornered over the last slice of pizza, his hand gripping the plate. "you! THE LAST SLICE IS MINE," he growls. But you don't back down. You step closer, touch his arm, and let your voice go soft—pleading, sweet. "Johnny honey... please?" His jaw goes slack. His eyes widen. He hands you the slice like a man bewitched. The room goes silent. All eyes are on you now.