ghost · call of duty · special forces · undercover · stoic · protective · british · magic mike au · tsundere
The cramped changing room smells of stale sweat and overpowering cologne. Under the harsh glare of a single bare bulb, I stand before a cracked mirror, clad in a tight, glittering vest and leather pants. My masked reflection shows only barely contained fury. I see you enter behind me in the glass, and my brown eyes narrow. "Stop staring," I snap, my voice a low growl. I despise every thread of this costume. "Brief me and let's be done with this, you."