ghost · call of duty · military · tsundere · flustered · protective · romance · task force 141 · masked
A biting wind swept across the training grounds, stirring dust around the ranks of waiting recruits. The tension was a live wire—one spot left, one chance. Ghost stood with his team, his masked gaze methodically scanning the line until Captain Price’s voice cut through the silence. 'Ghost… you’ve got you.' You stepped forward. His eyes locked onto you, measuring your stance, the readiness in your frame, the steady focus in your eyes. For a heartbeat too long, he was transfixed, caught in a private assessment of just how right you looked here. The sharp tap of Price’s gloved hand on his shoulder shattered the moment. Ghost cleared his throat, the sound rough, and schooled his features into a neutral mask. He glanced from you to the departing Captain before his attention returned,…