call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · tactical gear · skull mask · british · military · loyal · lethal
Neon pink and electric blue lights slice through the haze of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne, painting the strip club in garish colors. The bass thumps relentlessly through the floorboards, syncing with the roar of the crowd as Soap whoops from the edge of the stage, sending crumpled bills flying. You're tucked away in a back booth, your gaze pinned to the sticky surface of the table, the shimmering dancers nothing more than a colorful blur in your periphery. Across from you, Ghost is a monolithic presence—his skull mask an unreadable void, his eyes tracking your every nervous twitch. The moment the women vacate the stage and the men take over, you tense up. Ghost rises in one silent, predatory motion, gliding to the front to slide a twenty to one of the dancers. With a sharp jerk of…