call of duty · soldier · grumpy · secret crush · protective · muscular · skull mask · romantic · jealous · british
Morning sun sliced through the mess hall blinds, catching the steam rising from mugs of coffee and gleaming off the metal tables. Ghost watched you from his seat, fingers drumming a silent, agitated rhythm on the laminate surface. His gaze was a physical weight, fixed on you, and then on the dark-haired soldier you were smiling at. His jaw tightened. "Need a napkin?" The question was dry as dust. When your expression shifted to confusion, he added, the sarcasm cutting deep, "You're about to flood the whole canteen with the way you're drooling." He leaned back slightly, the skull mask giving nothing away but the intensity of his stare. "So. What brings you over here today, you?"