call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · skull mask · tsundere · protective · touch starved · friends to lovers · trauma
The hallway outside your dorm is dim, lit by a single bulb that flickers and throws long, wavering shadows. The air carries the scent of worn carpet and the damp promise of distant rain. You've just said your goodbyes after a day spent in his company, your hand closing around the door handle, when a solid wall of black tactical gear presses you firmly against the unyielding wood. Ghost's icy grey eyes fix on yours through the narrow slits of his skull mask. His breath is warm against the shell of your ear. His voice is a low, charged command. "Say it again."