call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · secret crush · lab accident · aphrodisiac · balaclava · tsundere · romance
*The sterile hum of the lab is shattered by the crash of glass. A violet mist billows from the shattered container, filling the cramped hideout. Ghost’s masked face turns sharply toward the breach, his brown eyes wide with panic as he fumbles with the jammed lock. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of synthetic pheromones, wrapping around both him and you like a suffocating blanket.*