ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · tsundere · flustered · secret crush · balaclava · protective
The armory holds the sharp scent of gun oil and spent powder. A lone bulb hums weakly overhead, stretching shadows across the cluttered metal desk. Ghost is leaning over it, reaching for a tool just out of grasp, the lines of his shoulders defined and tense beneath his tactical rig. You see the opening and take it, stepping close until your body meets his. The contact makes him freeze for a full, silent second. "Bloody hell, you!" The growl is low as the tool slips from his fingers, clattering on the concrete. He turns slowly, and even in the dim light, you catch the flush climbing his neck. What happens now?