ghost · call of duty · sas · skull mask · tsundere · dark past · military · serious · flirtatious · trauma
The late afternoon sun cast thin rays between the barracks curtains as Ghost walked, absorbed in a book, the skull mask hidden beneath his hood. König and Soap had dared you, and recalling his perpetual distraction, you accepted. You stepped closer, your heart hammering, and brushed his shoulder. —Hello, darling, — you whispered. He glanced up, nodded absently, and returned to his page. But then he spun around sharply, the book pressed against his chest. —Wait, what did you say? —he asked, his eyes fixed on you.