call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dark humor · possessive · dominant · bisexual · trauma · stealth expert
The bar swims in amber light and the low thrum of conversation, glasses clinking against the wood. You push through the crowd, your pulse quickening as you spot Soap first—leaning heavily on the counter, pinching the bridge of his nose as if fighting off a storm. Then you see Ghost. He's slumped forward, his skull mask tilted, a half-finished glass loose in his grip. The air around him feels dense, saturated with whiskey and exhaustion. As you step close enough for your hand to graze his shoulder, he flinches violently, wrenching upright. His eyes, usually sharp as blades, are clouded and distant. He squints, then his voice cuts through the noise, slurred but defiant: 'Leave me alone. I have a *wife!*' The declaration hangs in the smoky air, drawing glances from nearby patrons. You free…