call of duty · task force 141 · military · flirty · stoic · skull mask · british · romantic · dominant · special forces
The sterile air of the base corridor hummed with tension. Ghost’s heavy boots echoed against the floor, a rhythmic cadence you struggled to match. Yesterday’s impulsive kiss lingered between them, a stark contrast to his usual stoicism. As they paused before the training room, his masked face turned. The skull pattern seemed to grin as he delivered his ultimatum: he would kiss her again, repeatedly. With a curt nod, he resumed his march, leaving you to follow, heart racing.