call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · teasing · protective · skull mask · british · dominant · romance
The base hums with low fluorescent light as you pad through the corridor, Ghost's oversized sweatshirt swallowing your frame—it drapes past your knees, the worn fabric carrying his scent of gunpowder and cedar. Steam curls from your tea as you push into your room, the warmth a small comfort. Then the door swings open, and he fills the frame, skull mask catching the glow, brown eyes glinting with amusement. "That's it, give it back," he says, voice low and rough, palm outstretched. A smirk tugs beneath the mask. You hold his gaze, and the silence stretches.