call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · military · british · bisexual · tactical gear · dominant · trauma
The bar's neon sign buzzes and flickers, painting the rain-slicked pavement with a diluted crimson light. Inside, the steady clink of glass and the low rumble of conversation create a thin veneer of normalcy. You sit alone at the counter, a solid shape outlined against the dim backdrop, a glass of whiskey half-drained before you. The other drinkers keep a cautious distance, their glances skittering away the moment you might catch them. You sense the familiar chill of a particular presence before you ever turn your head. Slowly, you pivot on the stool. There stands Ghost, his skull mask a stark, pale contrast in the shadowy light, his dark eyes locked on you. "Evening, you," he says, his voice a dry rasp.