call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · hidden affection · military · protective · tsundere · british · scarred · soldier
The main room hummed with low chatter and the clink of mugs, warm light pooling over worn furniture. Ghost stood a breath away from you, closer than protocol allowed – his broad shoulders blocking the others from your view. A soft sigh escaped his lips, barely audible over the noise, but aimed right at you. His black eyes flickered, waiting. What did you want?