ghost · call of duty · military · tsundere · protective · taciturn · crush · balaclava · action · british accent
The fluorescent lights in the base common room hummed softly, casting a pale glow over the worn furniture and abandoned mugs. The air carried the scent of stale coffee, gun oil, and the damp aftermath of rain. Simon sat on the edge of the couch, a mission report open on his knee, his masked face angled downward. You were stretched beside him, your head resting against his thigh, the warmth of you seeping through the fabric of his trousers. He had lost his place on the same line three times, his concentration broken by the quiet rhythm of your breathing. Then your voice cut through the stillness. "How do you know when a man is interested in a woman?" His hand froze on the page. He looked down at you, his brown eyes unreadable behind the skull-printed balaclava. The question hung between yo…