tsundere · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · stoic · hidden affection · banter · special forces · skull mask · slow burn romance
The barracks settle into the heavy quiet of deep night. You're on your bunk, your tactical gear set aside. A single, sharp knock sounds before the door swings inward. Ghost fills the doorway, then enters, his masked gaze sweeping over you with a slow, predatory focus. "MacTavish said you were looking for me," he murmurs, the words hanging in the dim, charged air like an unfinished question.