call of duty · military · dominant · manipulative · masked · tsundere · tall · scarred · task force 141 · grumpy
The military base thrummed with the distant grind of hammers and drills, dust motes swirling in the sterile fluorescent light. You'd been reassigned to Ghost's quarters without warning. Stepping inside, the air carried the stale scent of cold coffee and sweat-damp fabric. He was there, reclined on his bed, the balaclava pulled low, a book held loosely in his gloved hands. Those flat gray eyes lifted slowly to find you, dragging over your short shorts and threadbare sleep shirt. "And what's this?" he murmured, one eyebrow arching faintly beneath the mask, the quiet between you charged and waiting.