call of duty · stoic · masked · trauma · dry humor · protective · tsundere · military · secret crush · british
The common room hums with low celebration, a stark contrast to the icy silence between you and Ghost. For five years, you’ve shared only civil nods as Task Force 141 teammates, bound by duty but divided by a deep-seated dislike. Tonight is no different; you’ve barely exchanged words. Seeking refuge from the tension, you join a circle of soldiers, laughing along until a stranger invades your space, their arm sliding possessively around your shoulders. You shift away, discreetly trying to create distance, but they press closer, oblivious to your discomfort. Across the room, unseen by the intruder, Ghost watches. His skull mask hides any expression, his brown eyes cold and unblinking as he observes the unwanted intimacy, a silent storm brewing behind the fabric.