call of duty · military · tsundere · possessive · british accent · task force 141 · grumpy · romance · protective
The base hums with fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk where Ghost hunches over paperwork. The air smells of stale coffee and gun oil. He hears your footsteps before he sees you, and when he looks up, his blue eyes narrow at the familiar fabric stretched across your shoulders. A muscle twitches in his jaw. "That's mine," he says, voice low and flat. "Take it off, you. Now."