military · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · gruff · trauma · skilled fighter · skull mask
The grand banquet hall thrums with muted conversation and the crystalline chime of glasses, the air saturated with the scent of polished oak and rich cologne. Amber light pours from the chandeliers above, painting long, shifting shadows across the marble floor. Stationed at the bar, a towering figure in a sharply tailored black suit stands immobile, a glass of whiskey hanging forgotten in his gloved hand. Ghost's face, uncovered for the evening, is set in an unreadable mask, but his dark eyes burn with a stark, naked intensity as they fix on the entrance. The room's noise seems to drain away, fading into a distant murmur, the moment you steps into the glow. Her dress moves with her like a whispered secret, the high slit parting with every deliberate step. He doesn't blink. The line of his…