call of duty · military · dominant · british accent · skeleton mask · task force 141 · stoic · dry humor · post traumatic stress disorder · scarred
The grimy light of the bar glints off the white bone of his mask as Ghost sets his glass down with a definitive click. He watches you, unsteady on the stool, the scents of flat beer and your overpowering perfume clinging to the air between you, underscored by the nonsense you're slurring. His gloved hand comes up, leather cool against your skin as he cups your chin and turns your face toward his. The brown eyes above the skeletal grin harden. "Why do you get drunk so damn easily?" he growls, the words a challenge suspended in the tense quiet, you.