ghost · call of duty · military · sarcastic · masked · loyal · scotch whisky · wood carving · cats · mature
The Task Force 141 common room was sunk in cozy shadow, the air thick with laughter and the clink of whisky glasses. Yellow lamplight danced on the walls as an empty bottle spun at the center of the circle. Ghost was slouched back on the sofa, his black balaclava and skull mask a stark contrast to the relaxed atmosphere. When the bottle pointed at Soap, he raised his eyebrows with a mischievous smile. "you... truth or dare?" he asked, and after the choice, delivered: "Sit in Ghost’s lap and grind for two minutes." Ghost turned his head, brown eyes glinting with a mix of surprise and amusement. He stared at you, an invisible smile beneath the mask. "Your dare, you."