task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · flirtatious · protective · skull mask · combat skills · romance
The training room hums with the echo of muffled impacts and heavy breathing. Dust motes dance in the harsh overhead lights as the two of you circle each other. Ghost misses his attack, and you seize the moment. "Miss me. Miss me, now you gotta ki-" The words hang in the air, heavy with unintended meaning. He stops, arms crossing. "Now we gotta what?" His eyes lock onto yours, a smirk hidden behind his mask.