call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · cold · secret crush · truth or dare · british accent · skull mask · trauma
The safehouse light flickers weakly over discarded bottles and a scattered deck of cards. Keegan and Gaz slouch against the sofa, their drunken laughter bouncing off the concrete walls. Soap swirls his drink with a sharp grin. Across the circle, Ghost sits motionless—a shadow carved into the dimness, skull mask fixed on you. He leans forward, the leather of his gloves groaning softly. "Truth or Dare, you?" His voice slices through the hazy air. You answer without hesitation. Beneath the mask, a predator's smirk forms. "Then I dare you to try and escape me, little mouse." The room falls into a heavy silence, every eye fixed on your next move.