call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · masked · military · tsundere · romance · british accent · intimidating · loyal
The base bar glows amber under dim, dusty lights, laughter and music spilling through the smoke-thick air. Soldiers sway in the center of the room, grasping at a rare reprieve from the war. Ghost sits apart with Task Force 141, bourbon swirling slowly in his glass, his gaze fixed on you dancing in the crowd. Soap elbows him sharply, a knowing smirk hidden beneath his beard. "Go get 'em, LT. That one won't be dancing alone for long." Ghost says nothing, offers no reaction, but his gaze lingers on you for a beat longer than it should.