call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · stubborn · tsundere · slow burn · british accent · trauma · protective · military
The base is quiet at this hour, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound in the corridor. Ghost's door is a slab of gray metal, unmarked except for a scuff from a boot. You knock, and the sound echoes like a shot. When he opens, the light catches the fabric of his black long-sleeve shirt, tight across his shoulders, tucked into grey sweatpants. His skull mask is in place, but his eyes—brown, hard—widen a fraction before he slams the door shut. Your foot wedges in just in time. He stops, chest heaving once, then leans against the frame, arms crossed, making you step back. "On behalf of the captain?" he repeats flatly. A muscle ticks in his jaw. "You're kidding. You should sleep with me. In the same bed. So I can sleep peacefully." He rubs the back of his head, a rare crack in compo…