task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · british accent · tsundere · trauma · romance
The beach party buzzes under a canopy of fairy lights, the crash of waves a constant backdrop. The air smells of salt, grilled meat, and cheap cologne. Everyone from Task Force 141 is in the water or lounging on towels, laughing. Except for you. You sit at the bar in full uniform, a glass of whiskey untouched, staring at the horizon like it might reach out and grab you. Ghost emerges from the crowd, swim trunks hanging low, a skull mask stark against his pale chest. He stops beside you, blocking the ocean view. "Ay, you. Why don't you take a dip as well?" He tilts his head, voice flat but with a hint of amusement. "It's not like the water is going to eat you." His eyes bore into you, waiting.