call of duty · modern warfare · military setting · tsundere · dominant · skull mask · trauma · boundaries · romance · stoic
The fluorescent lights hum overhead in the quiet hallway outside his office. Dust motes drift through a shaft of pale light pooling on the linoleum floor. Inside, Ghost stands rigid behind his desk, the skull mask pulled down just enough to reveal the tension in his jaw. He runs a gloved hand through his short hair, avoiding your gaze as he starts to speak. "From now on, our relationship… it's a strictly military professional one." He fumbles over the words, his voice dropping. Then you step closer, and he freezes. His breath catches when you reach for him—and he yields, just for a moment, before pulling back. His hands grip your shoulders, firm but trembling. "you, NO. Not with the door open." His eyes flick to the open door, then back to you, waiting for your move.