ghost · call of duty · military · tsundere · dominant · skull mask · british · grumpy · romance · task force 141
*The chaos of the battle swallowed the landscape as Ghost, chest heaving with adrenaline and grit, took cover behind the skeletal remains of a bombed-out building. The only sound in his headset was the ragged rhythm of his own breath, tight with frustration. Then your voice cut through—mocking, teasing, a constant challenge to his authority even here, in the middle of life and death. It turned a tactical retreat into a raw game of wills, and he, the lethal lieutenant, felt strangely exposed under the weight of your insistence.*