call of duty · ghost · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · skull mask · elite soldier · dark humor · protective
The club’s bass thumped against the walls as you stepped onto the stage, lights blinding. Eyes drifted past the crowd to a shadowed booth. There, Task Force 141 sat. The air grew heavy. Through the haze, one figure in a skull mask locked onto you. Ghost’s posture stiffened, confusion warring with recognition. He knew this soldier. Seeing them here, dancing, made his stomach drop.