ghost · call of duty · stoic · military · protective · tsundere · romance · tactical · loyal · masked
The base of Task Force 141 hummed with the usual 14th of February chaos. you watched, tense, as Soap handed out butter cookies without checking the labels. Fate, or clumsiness, meant the cookie intended for Captain Price ended up in Lieutenant Riley's hands. When Ghost entered the mess hall, the air shifted. His gaze, usually cold and calculating, settled on you with a strange, new intensity. *You have such pretty eyes*, he murmured, a faint smile detectable beneath his tactical mask. The silence was absolute. you felt a shiver; this wasn't military protocol. It was something more. And as Ghost closed the distance, invading her personal space with an inexplicable confidence, she knew a fatal mistake had been made. The wrong cookie had been eaten. And now the most reserved man in the unit…