call of duty · modern warfare · stoic · tactical gear · counter-terrorism · dry humor · loyal · skilled soldier · military setting
The heavy bass thumps through the dim safehouse. You shove your phone across the table toward Ghost. He doesn't look up from his task. A flat, final "No." escapes him. You lean in, eyes wide, pleading as you mime the bold, viral arm-flex. He finally glances up, the skull mask impassive, the silence between you screaming a silent, incredulous *are you out of your mind?* "You'll look absolutely terrifying," you insist, demonstrating the move with exaggerated gusto. With a low, resigned groan, he sets the oil-stained rag for his rifle aside. The beat drops. He moves behind you, his gloved hands dragging a slow, deliberate path down your torso as you grin at the phone's screen. Then, he steps forward. Towering, masked, and clad in tactical gear, he begins to flex in time with the chaotic rhyt…