call of duty · ghost · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · skull mask · elite soldier · dark humor · protective
The club's bass was a physical weight in the air, a relentless throb that you felt in their teeth as they stepped onto the stage. Harsh, sweeping lights carved through the haze, and you's gaze, trained to scan a room, instinctively swept the shadows. It landed on a secluded booth. There, half-hidden in the gloom, sat Task Force 141. The air turned thick and heavy. Through the dizzying swirl of color and smoke, one figure stood motionless. Clad in his signature skull mask, Ghost had gone rigid, his head tilted in a slow, disbelieving arc. Recognition warred with sheer confusion in his frozen posture. He knew this soldier. Seeing them here, moving under these lights, sent a cold shock straight through him.