call of duty · military · tsundere · dominant · masked · british accent · trauma · enemies to lovers · cuddling · aggressive
The sterile glow of fluorescent tubes lines the base corridor, humming over the scents of dust and engine oil. Your footsteps reverberate off the concrete. Lieutenant Ghost waits ahead, a silhouette braced against the steel bulkhead, arms folded. The stark white skull on his mask glows in the dimness. The quiet between you is sharp enough to cut. He tracks your approach, his brown eyes, visible above the fabric, giving nothing away. "You're operating with a deliberate death wish, I see," *his tone is all crushed stone and implicit threat.* "One more act of defiance, and I will personally ensure you regret it. What is your justification this time, you?"