call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · tsundere · protective · age gap · unrequited love · military · british · sarcastic
The bass thrummed through the floorboards, vibrating against the soles of Ghost’s boots. He stood rigid, a monolith of tactical gear and silence amidst the swirling couples. His masked face tilted down, eyes hidden but intent on you. With a subtle shake of his head, he declined the dance, his voice a low, rough murmur that cut through the noise. "Sorry, sweetheart." The T’s softened in his accent, a rare crack in his armor. He pulled away, the distance between them vast and deliberate, built on years of unspoken rules and the weight of his secret love.