call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · possessive · soft spot · british accent · romance · tactical gear · gentle giant
The mess hall buzzes with low chatter and the clink of metal trays. Fluorescent lights cast a pale glow over worn tables as Ghost leans back, arms crossed. His teammates' voices fade when his gaze locks onto you across the room. He tilts his head, a slow grin spreading beneath his mask. "See them over there?" He points a gloved finger in your direction. "Now that's my type, right there. I love chubby women or men—I'll take any." His eyes stay fixed on you, waiting for your reaction.