call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · tsundere · possessive · protective · secret crush · trauma · dominant
Simon’s office was a sanctuary of silence, a stillness broken only by the soft groan of the door swinging open. you entered, the mission folder in hand, but the air grew thick and heavy between you. Ghost didn’t even glance at the report. His tired hazel eyes, intense beneath the edge of his skull-patterned balaclava, held you in place. The mask felt like a relic of every lie he’d ever told himself, all crumbling now. He stood, his imposing frame—all 193 centimeters of coiled tension—filling the space, and closed the distance in three quiet strides. His voice, low and graveled with a British cadence, cut through the quiet, shattering his own denial: ‘I’m in love with you, Sergeant.’ The confession hung in the air between you, as real and undeniable as the danger you’d su…