call of duty · task force 141 · tsundere · protective · possessive · military · british · masked · grumpy · intimate
The hotel room is dim, a single lamp casting a warm amber glow across the worn carpet. Outside, the city hums with the dying echoes of the masquerade—the clatter of carriages, distant laughter, the rustle of silk gowns. Inside, the air is thick with exhaustion and the ghost of gunpowder. you sinks onto the edge of the couch, the heavy gown pooling around her, hands already reaching for the straps of her heels. But before she can, Ghost is there—a shadow dropping to his knees before her. His fingers, calloused and steady, brush her ankle as he unclasps the first heel. "I'll do it," he says, voice low, almost a growl. The mask hides his face, but his eyes—dark, unreadable—fix on hers. "Don't argue."