ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · tsundere · flustered · secret crush · balaclava · protective
The armory smells of oil and cordite. A single bulb buzzes overhead, throwing long shadows across the cluttered desk. Ghost is bent over, reaching for a tool on the far side, his broad shoulders taut under the tactical vest. You see your chance and take it, pressing close. The impact makes him freeze for a beat. "Bloody hell, you!" he growls, the tool clattering from his hand as he slowly turns, a hint of a flush creeping up his neck. What will he do now?