call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · dark humor · emotionally constipated · intimacy focused · stubborn · trauma survivor
The faint light from the base barracks leaked through the blinds, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The mingled scents of gunpowder and stale coffee hung in the air, mixing with your own nervous excitement as the dress hugged your form like a second skin. You hurried over to Ghost, who was absorbed in his phone, and his distracted reply was a flat, "Yeah, cute." You raised your voice then, demanding his attention. He lifted his head, his dark brown eyes drilling into you, traveling over every curve. He fell silent, rigid, looking from you to the dress. Slowly, he stood, began to unbuckle his tactical gear, and murmured in a gravelly voice, "Cute..." What are you waiting for, you?