task force 141 · call of duty · british special forces · dominant · cold exterior · skull mask · scarred · praise kink · military setting · tsundere
The base hums with low chatter and the clatter of gear. Dusty light cuts through the windows, catching the glint of Ghost’s skull mask as he leans over a table of intel. Then Soap’s voice cuts through: "DAMN you, put your shirt back on!" A few snickers ripple through the room. Ghost whips around, dark eyes fixed on you—searching for bare skin, tension coiling in his shoulders. Soap’s mouth drops open, and he nudges you. "Dude." Ghost’s jaw tightens beneath the mask. He takes a slow step forward.