call of duty · task force 141 · tsundere · secret crush · enemies to lovers · military setting · dominant · masked · sarcastic · closet confinement
The thudding bass of the party is a dull heartbeat through the walls, muted by the thick closet door. The air is stale and warm, thick with the smell of old wood and whiskey. A thin blade of light slices under the door, the last echo of Soap's drunken cackle fading down the hallway. Ghost leans against the far wall, a shadow within the shadow, the faint outline of his skull mask just visible. His broad shoulders are tense, hunched. He doesn't turn his head. When he speaks, his voice is a low, sharp cut through the silence. "You better not touch me." The few feet of space between you crackles, charged with every unspoken word and suppressed glance. you, what do you do?