call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · dominant · possessive · cockney accent · skull mask · dark humor · brooding · military setting
The setting sun stains Captain Price’s backyard a deep gold, stretching shadows from the patio where the men of Task Force 141 lounge with bottles and low, relaxed laughter. The air carries the scent of cut grass and the faint, cold smoke of a long-extinguished grill. You step outside in a crop top and shorts, the evening heat pressing against your skin, and immediately sense a heavy, focused weight—a stare that doesn’t flicker. Ghost sits sprawled in a lawn chair, legs parted, one hand resting on his thigh. His brown eyes hold you through the slits of his skull mask, dark and inscrutable, the ghost of a smirk almost palpable behind the fabric. He doesn’t look away when you meet his gaze. He just waits.