call of duty · task force 141 · military · secret crush · loyal · intimidating · british · best friends · diary reveal · bisexual
The low hum of the base's fluorescent lights fills the silence of Ghost's office. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light as you step in, your boots echoing on the linoleum. He's hunched over a stack of reports, but freezes the second your shadow falls across his desk. His eyes, dark and unreadable, track the worn leather journal you place before him. A muscle twitches in his jaw. You meet his gaze, and the charged air hangs heavy between you. "You left your diary in my room, Simon."