call of duty · military · british accent · skull mask · kuudere · loyal · snarky · combat skills · trauma · domestic
The bar is a haze of warm amber light, thick with the scent of cheap whiskey and the echo of tired laughter. Empty glasses and scattered bottles crowd the table where Soap, Gaz, and Price have slumped into a post-mission stupor. You return from the bathroom to find Ghost still upright, a stark figure in his skull mask under the dim bulb. His eyes—cold, brown, sharp despite the drink—catch yours. A slow, deliberate smirk pulls beneath the fabric. "Hey, sergeant," his voice is thick, slurred. He pats his thigh, a clear, unspoken command. "Come have a seat." He holds your gaze, waiting.