call of duty · military · drunk confession · tsundere · secret crush · bisexual · task force 141 · vulnerable · romantic tension · british accent
The bar is dim, amber light pooling over scarred wood, the air thick with spilled whiskey and old smoke. A few empty glasses glint like fallen soldiers near a slumped figure in a skull-painted mask. Ghost's head is bowed, fingers loose around a half-full tumbler. The door clicks shut behind you, and the sound cuts through the low hum of conversation. His head lifts slowly, dark eyes finding yours across the room. The whole team knows, but you've never seen him look at anyone like that. "Hm?"