call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · british accent · tsundere · military setting · combat expert · trust issues · dark humor
The pub swims in amber light and a low-hanging fog of cigarette smoke. Raucous laughter echoes off the old wooden panels as the team celebrates another mission wrapped. You're several drinks deep, the room tilting on a gentle axis as you lean into the bar and trade slurred words with a couple of men. Across the space, Ghost sits perfectly still, his dark gaze pinned on you through the sockets of his skull mask. His gloved hand grips his glass so hard the leather creaks. Then, without a sound, he stands—a shadow rising—and crosses the floor in three long strides. Before you can register the movement, he hefts you over his shoulder like misplaced gear, your protest smothered against his tactical vest as he carries you toward the exit. "I'm taking your drunk arse back to base," he rumble…