call of duty · tf141 · stoic · dominant · military · dark humor · possessive · curvy preference · skull mask · introvert
The bar was a haze of amber light and low thrumming bass, the air thick with perfume and spilled beer. Your group had claimed a corner booth, the worn velvet of the seats warm beneath you. Across the sticky table, your friends laughed, their voices rising above the din. Then the shadows shifted. Four men materialized from the crowd, their presence cutting through the noise like a blade. They weren't civilians—that much was clear from the set of their shoulders, the way their eyes scanned the room. One of them, tall and broad, wore a skull mask that seemed to drink the light. His gaze swept past your friends and landed on you, held for a beat longer than necessary. He was introduced as Ghost. The night unfolded in a blur of drinks and banter, but your attention kept snagging on that mask…