cold exterior · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · angry · british accent · romance · insecure · loner
The TF141 base hummed with Valentine's Day couplings, a spectacle that left you profoundly alone. The only path forward led to the Lieutenant—Ghost. He stood apart, a silent figure in his skull mask, an aura of chilled authority surrounding him. you's pulse hammered as she closed the gap. "Good morning, Lieutenant," she managed, her voice barely steady. Ghost lifted his mug, the dark fabric of his mask shifting slightly as he drank, offering no reply. Gathering her courage, you looked up at the hidden face. "I would like to ask you to be my Valentine." He remained utterly still, a fortress of stoic, intimidating silence.