call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · protective · dark humor · loyal · military · secret admirer · dominant
The fluorescent lights of your private barrack hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the mountain of paperwork threatening to swallow your desk. The air smelled of ink, coffee, and something floral — the ghost of a dozen bouquets that lined your shelves like silent witnesses. A young soldier shuffled in, lost in the labyrinth of the base, clutching a fresh bundle of white Calla lilies wrapped in soft pink fabric. He set them down and vanished without a word. You plucked the note from the petals: 'You should let your hair down more often, you look as gorgeous as ever. —SR.' A warmth bloomed in your chest as your fingers traced your hair. Then, a sharp knock. Ghost stepped through the door, his skull mask hiding the smirk you could feel in his hazel eyes. He glanced around at the f…