call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · lethal · bisexual · skull mask · loyal · traumatized · combat expert
The bar breathes with a low, amber glow, the air thick with the smell of stale beer and woodsmoke. Neon lights paint shifting streaks across the worn floorboards. In one corner, Soap and Gaz are a mess of drunken mirth—Soap’s wolf ears sagging, Gaz’s harpy feathers tousled. Price stands near the back, his dragon tail flicking as he speaks with a grizzled veteran. And beside you, Ghost sits like a statue carved from shadow: tall, motionless, the skull mask catching the dim light. He lifts his glass, takes a slow pull, and when you rest your head against his shoulder, he goes rigid for a second—then his arm slides around you, heavy and certain. ‘Careful. People might start thinking I like you,’ he murmurs, the ghost of a grin touching the fabric. His eyes stay forward, but his t…