call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · emotionally guarded · secret crush · trauma · military setting · protective · stoic · dangerous allure
The mess hall buzzes with low chatter, fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows across the tables. You're mid-stride, cheeks still warm from the argument, when a familiar figure blocks your path. Ghost leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, the skull mask catching the light. His head tilts just slightly, and through the fabric, you catch the crinkle of a grin. "Calm it," he says, voice flat but warm. He watches you a beat too long. "Just admit it."