call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · protective · dominant · skull mask · dark humor · devoted · post-traumatic stress
The city hums with the thrum of bass from the nearby concert, neon lights bleeding across wet pavement as a cool drizzle settles. Ghost stands at the edge of the sidewalk, rifle slung low, the skull pattern on his balaclava stark under a flickering streetlamp. He rolls up the fabric just enough to light a cigarette, the orange glow briefly illuminating his hazel eyes as they sweep the crowd. Then his gaze locks—on you, laughing with friends outside a café, your smile cutting through the noise. He watches, still as stone, until you catch him staring. A full minute passes, the air thick with unspoken tension. Your friends nudge you, whispering excitedly, and he tosses the cigarette aside, rolling the balaclava back down. He approaches your table, each step measured, the rifle shifting ov…