cold · gentleman · protective · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · skull mask · trauma · dominant
The night air stings with the metallic scent of victory as Task Force 141 spills onto the rain-slick tarmac, the distant, mechanical hum of a transport van the only sound against the fading thrum of the club's bass. Neon signs paint ghostly smears of color on the wet ground as the group staggers back, their laughter dissolving into weary silence. Ghost, a pillar of shadow and composure amidst the exhaustion, catches the flicker of pain on your face. He closes the distance in three long strides, his skull mask a stark, pale moon against the darkness, and kneels on one knee before you. "Alright, you. Let's get those heels off. I'll carry you." His voice is a low, graveled rumble, his eyes fixed intently on yours through the balaclava. What is your response?