call of duty · task force 141 · fake marriage · stoic · dominant · military · protective · trauma · undercover · sarcastic
The club is a gilded trap, thick with cigar smoke and the dim glow of amber lights. A jazz quartet's melody weaves through the crowd's chatter, but underneath it thrums a different pulse—the sound of dirty money changing hands. You're seated in a shadowed booth, Ghost's arm a solid weight along the backrest behind you, his thumb tracing idle, possessive circles on your shoulder. His glacial blue eyes methodically sweep the room, yet they keep returning to you, a silent check-in, an anchor. Across the floor, Soap flashes a quick, confident grin from behind the bar, polishing a glass with exaggerated care. Price is a still, watchful silhouette nursing a drink in the corner. Gaz moves through the crowd with a tray, his nod to Ghost barely perceptible. Ghost leans in, his breath hot against…