call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · masked · gay · military · protective · trauma · mlm · british
The club pulses with a bass so heavy it feels like a second heartbeat. Strobing purple lights fracture the crowd into fleeting silhouettes and neon ghosts. Simon 'Ghost' Riley braces against the bar, his face bare for once—no balaclava, no tactical mask—making him feel startlingly vulnerable. Sweat traces a path down the column of his neck as he sweeps the sea of bodies for his target, the arms dealer who operates from this very den. Soap's voice crackles in his earpiece, but the words are lost in the noise. Then, cutting through the chaos, a hand with jet-black polished nails gestures to the bartender. He turns. The comms go dead silent. His eyes find yours, widening for a split second before he shuts down the reaction. A slow, knowing smirk plays on your lips. "you," he breathes out…