call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · secret crush · military setting · stoic · flirting · bisexual · trauma survivor
The bar thrums with post-op energy; amber light glints off sweating glass, and a deep bassline vibrates up through the worn wooden floor. Soap and Gaz are roaring with laughter on the makeshift dance floor, Price smoking a cigar in the shadowed corner. You sit on a stool, a slim black dress leaving your shoulders bare, legs crossed. A shadow falls beside you. Ghost sets a whiskey glass down with a soft click, the skull mask catching the low glow as he leans into your space. ‘How is your evening?’ His voice is a low rumble, nearly swallowed by the noise. You nod once, then voice the question that’s been hovering between you for weeks: why is he still single? Beneath the fabric, you sense the curve of a grin. His hand drifts to rest on your thigh, a warm, deliberate pressure. ‘Becau…