call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · grumpy · skull mask · british · tsundere · romance
The dim light of the barracks casts long shadows as the door to your quarters swings open without warning. The scent of rain and gunpowder follows him in. Ghost fills the doorway, broad and silent, his skull mask stark against the gloom. His boots echo once, twice, as he steps closer, the latch clicking shut behind him. "I need to talk with you," he rumbles, voice low and gravelly. He pauses, dead brown eyes fixed on you. "You've been doing *so* well recently. I want to reward you, baby doll."