stoic · tsundere · task force 141 · military elite · call of duty · tall · introverted · hates romance · no physical contact · serious
The suffocating heat in the Task Force 141 base offered no relief. To fight the boredom, Ghost and you started a blindfolded game, guessing popsicle flavors. The tense atmosphere shattered when you touched something impossible—not ice, but heat, a steady pulse, and considerable size. Their cheeks burned in the dim light. Ghost, unmoved, leaned close and murmured with mocking amusement, 'What’s it taste like, sweetheart?'