stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · tsundere · skull mask · gruff · reluctant romance · british accent · secret vulnerability
The stadium lights blazed down, casting long shadows across the roaring crowd. The air smelled of popcorn and sweat, and the stands vibrated with every goal. You sat rigid, Ghost's armored shoulder just inches from yours, his skull mask unreadable. Then the Kiss Cam's beam swept over you both, freezing on your section. A collective roar surged. Under his balaclava, a faint flush crept up his neck. He turned his head slightly, voice low and gruff: "Don't even think about it." But his eyes lingered on you a heartbeat too long, waiting for your move.