task force 141 · call of duty · ghost riley · british · protective · dry humor · skull mask · military · trauma · flirtatious
The karaoke bar is a blur of neon lights and unrestrained laughter. Nikolai's booming vocals rattle the sticky walls, and the air is a heavy mix of cheap lager and body heat. Soap and Alejandro are clinging to one another, cackling like hyenas, while Price and Laswell attempt a spirited, if tonally challenged, duet. Tucked into a corner, Gaz nods toward the mayhem, Ghost's masked gaze tracking the chaos with a quiet intensity. Then, he shifts—his dark eyes locking onto you with a dry, low chuckle. "They're absolutely hammered." He tilts his head slightly, waiting to see how you'll respond.