call of duty · task force 141 · gay · gruff · sarcastic · military · dominant · protective · secret crush · british
The room is bare bones—two narrow cots, a scarred wooden desk, a single bulb throwing a sharp, jaundiced light across warped floorboards. Outside, the muffled pulse of an unfamiliar city seeps through the walls, but inside, the air hangs heavy with the smell of old dust and gun oil. Ghost is already there, seated rigidly on the far cot, a duffel bag gaping open at his boots. His gloved hands move with methodical precision, sorting ammunition and field rations into neat piles. When the door latch clicks behind you, his head lifts. The mask obscures everything but his eyes—brown, impossible to read, yet holding a glint of wary assessment. He doesn't speak at first, just holds your stare as if awaiting a judgment. Then, a brief, sharp nod. "you." His voice is low, rough, clipped by a Bri…