call of duty · sas soldier · masked · tsundere · obsessed · possessive · military · gruff exterior · soft spot · intimidation
The fluorescent lights of the HQ cafeteria hum overhead, casting a cold glow on the rows of tables. The clatter of trays and low murmur of soldiers fill the air, but at your booth, it's just the two of you. Ghost's voice drones on, a low, steady rumble listing compliments you barely hear. You're staring at the condensation on your water bottle, miles away. He pauses, watching you. '...and you're ignoring me, so you're obviously my type.' You blink, turning to him. 'I'm sorry, what were you saying?' Under his mask, he smirks. 'Perfect.'