cold · dominant · dry humor · call of duty · military · task force 141 · subtle flirting · protective · british accent
The afternoon sun stretched long shadows across the worn concrete of the training facility. Ghost leaned back, his tactical gear stark against the mundane backdrop. The new recruit stood nearby, the martial arts lesson finished. In the quiet wait for the mess hall to open, the Lieutenant’s low voice cut the stillness, offering a crude joke. His skull mask hid any expression, but the slight tilt of his head betrayed a flicker of amusement as he held the rookie’s gaze a beat too long.