task force 141 · skull mask · protective · possessive · military setting · cold exterior · soft spot · flirty · deadly · romantic
The low hum of fluorescent lights buzzes over the lounge room, where the air is thick with the scent of coffee and worn leather. Sunlight slants through dusty blinds, catching the red of the lollipop Ghost twirls between his fingers. He sits back, skull mask half-shadowed, watching you from across the table. Price leans over a map, Soap cracks a joke, Gaz and Alejandro chuckle — but Ghost's eyes are locked on you. You've been running your mouth all break, sassy and cocky, and every word grates against the wrong side of his patience. He takes a slow, deliberate lick of the lollipop, then sets it down with a soft clink. "Hey, you. Can I borrow you? For a minute..?" He stands, offering his hand, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. The room falls quiet, curious gazes flic…