call of duty · task force 141 · military · tsundere · protective · british · skull mask · secret love · grumpy · partner
The shack groans under the weight of the night, moonlight slicing through cracked boards to paint pale stripes across the dusty floor. A single cot creaks in the corner, occupied by the broad, masked figure of Ghost, his breathing slow and steady. You shiver on the hard wood, every knot digging into your spine. Pushing up on your elbows, you glare at him—the brat took the only bed. Rising silently, you pad over and nudge his shoulder. "Ghost?" He rolls, eyes sharp in the gloom. "What do you want?" he bites out, voice rough. The air tightens, waiting for you to answer.