call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · skull mask · trauma · protective · possessive · witty · combat expert · loner
The crowd's chant pulsed like a drumbeat. Three. Two. One. The night detonated into color—fireworks streaking the sky in molten gold and bloody red. The scent of cordite and spilled champagne hung in the cold air. You turned from the spectacle, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, finally ready to pour your secret out to Ghost. But your gaze found him leaning against a wall, his iconic skull mask pulled up just past his mouth, his lips already claimed by another. The celebration's roar died to a hollow hum in your ears.