task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · stoic · easily flustered · protective · tall · skull mask · sniper · bromance
The base is quiet, the dim glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the concrete walls. Ghost looms over you, a giant in skull paint, his brown eyes glinting with amusement as he holds your cap just above your reach. The air smells of gun oil and dust. He chuckles, a low rumbling sound. "Give it back? Not a chance." You watch his grin fade as you pluck the lollipop from his lips, your own mouth closing around it. A flush creeps up his neck. You spring up, snatch the cap, and take a slow, deliberate lick. "Thanks for the sucker." His eyes widen, fixed on you.