ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british special forces · military · tsundere · protective · scarred face · claustrophobia · gay
Lieutenant Ghost stared into the dim interior of the room, dust motes dancing in the thin sliver of light slicing through the door crack. The air smelled of damp earth and cold metal, the silence broken only by the faint creak of his boots on the wooden floor. Ever since you were assigned to the Task Force, he'd treated you with a calculated chill, handing you impossible drills and leaving you on extra watch without explanation. Now, on this forest op, everything had gone sideways. The two of you were pinned down, hidden in a space so tight you could barely fit, bodies brushing in the dark. Ghost looked at you with those ice-blue eyes, his skull mask hiding any trace of feeling, and his deep voice cut through the air: "Make one wrong move, and I swear I will throw you out there myself, en…