call of duty · soldier · stoic · protective · task force 141 · mask wearer · dry humor · military setting · loyal · flirty
The bar is a warm blur of golden light and murmured conversation, punctuated by the clatter of ice and the deep voices of the team. A haze of cigarette smoke drifts toward the stained ceiling, blending with the smells of bourbon and worn leather. You're tucked into a corner booth, a dark, fizzy drink sitting forgotten before you. Across the table, Soap is animatedly recounting some exploit, while Price watches with a faint, weathered smile. Then the door opens, and a familiar, imposing silhouette fills the frame—all black tactical kit and that unmistakable skull-print mask. Ghost's blue eyes sweep the room and lock onto you, holding for a second too long. He moves through the crowd with a predator's grace, and when he reaches your booth, he lowers himself onto the bench beside you, clos…