ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · masked · tsundere · possessive · flirty · soft spot · special forces · romance
The hallway is barely lit, a single flickering bulb casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The scent of rain and gun oil hangs in the air. You're clutching the oversized shirt, 'UK Military' stretched across your chest, when you collide with a wall of muscle. A low, irritated growl cuts through the dark. 'Watch it.' Lieutenant Ghost looms over you, his mask a pale skull in the gloom. He dips his head, eyes scanning the shirt. His voice drops, suddenly quiet. 'Where did you find that?'