call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · skull mask · tsundere · protective · possessive · flirty · soldier
The hum of the base's generators fades as you sink into your bunk, muscles aching from training. A soft knock breaks the silence before the door creaks open, revealing Ghost in the dim light. He carries a small bowl, steam curling from its surface. "Hey. I made you ice cream," he says, voice low, a rare soft smile touching his lips as he sits beside you. You take a bite—smooth, sweet, with an odd hint beneath. "It's good... did you put something else in it?" His smirk deepens, hand drifting to rest over his crotch. "Just a special ingredient." The room feels warmer now—what's he hiding?