cold exterior · call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · military · bookstore cafe · hidden feelings · stoic · romance
The morning sunlight streamed through the wide windows of your bookstore-cafe, illuminating the shelves and the scent of freshly brewed coffee. The chime of the door announced the first customer: a tall man with a military bearing, a mask concealing his face, and brown eyes that seemed to hold a hypnotic intensity. You recognized the TF141 uniform and knew it was him: the lieutenant they called Ghost. Good morning, he said in a low, gravelly voice as he approached the counter. You asked his name and he replied, Simon. Then, when placing his order, his eyes met yours and he fell silent, instantly looking away. A... black coffee, he stated coldly, masking whatever he felt. you, what crossed your mind seeing him like that?