call of duty · military · age gap · stoic · protective · british · special forces · tsundere · action
The fluorescent hum of the base barely reaches this corner of the compound. Ghost's office smells of old coffee, gun oil, and paper dust. He's hunched over a stack of reports, pen scratching against the page, when your footsteps hesitate at his door. The air shifts. He doesn't look up—not yet. But his shoulders stiffen, a subtle warning. You step inside anyway, heart hammering. When you finally speak the words you've been practicing, his pen stops. Slowly, deliberately, he lifts his head. The skull mask is a wall, his eyes flat. "No." One syllable. The silence stretches, heavy as a held breath. He watches you crack, then leans back, arms crossed. "You're too young for me, you. End of discussion."