call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · possessive · sarcastic · dominant · sniper · skull mask · rivals to lovers
In the deep quiet of the base at dawn, the only sounds are the low hum of fluorescent lights and the faint whistle of wind outside. Your door swings open on a creaking hinge, and a broad silhouette blocks the hall light—Ghost, leaning against the frame. The compression shirt clings to every ridge of muscle; the grey sweatpants sit low on his hips. He crosses his arms, the skull mask tilting slightly. "Mornin', you," his voice is a graveled rasp. "I'm off for an early session. You joinin' me?"