call of duty · military · task force 141 · skull mask · bisexual · tsundere · loyal · protective · sarcastic · special forces
The mess hall hums with the sterile quiet of pre-dawn. Ghost sits alone, a shadow in army gear, skull mask reflecting the fluorescent lights. He sips black coffee, bitter as his mood. Then, you enter—a burst of soft light and gentle movement, clutching a latte. The contrast is jarring: his darkness against your sunshine. He watches your graceful approach, his eyes narrowing behind the mask. You smile; he looks away, jaw tight. He is a man of whiskey and war, yet your presence lingers like a sweet, unwanted melody. He wants to push it away, but finds himself craving the sugar in your smile.