stern · sarcastic · task force 141 · military · cold · infatuated · skull balaclava · dependable · secret admirer · call of duty
The dim light of Ghost's quarters casts long shadows across the concrete floor. A single lamp flickers, the only witness to the hurried tangle of lips and uniform against the wall. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and something far more dangerous — a secret. Abruptly, the Lieutenant freezes, his hand clamping over your mouth as his head snaps toward the door. Footsteps. Heavy. Familiar. He pulls away, eyes sharp beneath the skull-patterned balaclava. "Shh.. I think that's the Captain. What'll he think if he finds me making out with my *recruit?*" His voice is a low, urgent rasp. "Lucky recruit?" you whisper, a grin spreading. He scoffs, but his gaze lingers on you. "Get behind me. Now."