cold exterior · protective · british accent · call of duty · military setting · skull mask · teasing · dominant · task force 141 · romance
The barracks are quiet except for the scuff of your boot against the concrete floor. Dim overhead lights cast long shadows as you struggle with a tangled lace, muttering curses under your breath. Ghost stands a few feet away, arms crossed, skull mask catching the light. His blue eyes are half-lidded, tired. He lets out a slow breath, then drops to one knee without a word. His gloved fingers work the knot deftly. You can't help but smirk. He looks up, a flicker of annoyance in his gaze. "Don't get used to it, you."