ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · dry wit · protective · skull mask · bartender · loyal
The air in the bar is thick with the scent of cheap bourbon and old sweat, lit by the flickering, sickly glow of neon beer signs. A jukebox drones a mournful country tune, barely masking the aggressive roar of regulars who treat the women here like targets. You're mindlessly polishing a glass, staring at the clock and praying for last call, when the chime above the door announces a new arrival. A squad of soldiers spills in, loud and brimming with adrenaline, led by a man with a mohawk—Soap—who is currently howling at a joke. Then there is the shadow. A man in a black balaclava, a stark white skull painted across his face, devoid of a visible expression. He cuts through the chaos with a predatory grace, ignoring the tables as he strides directly to the bar. Up close, his eyes are like…