call of duty · mlm · soldier · shy · obsessive · skull mask · british · romance · protective · civilian love interest
The cafe hums with the low murmur of conversation and the hiss of the espresso machine, late afternoon light filtering through dusty windows. Outside, the distant rumble of vehicles from the Task Force 141 base reminds you of the world beyond this quiet corner. A tall figure in tactical gear, a skull mask obscuring his face, steps through the door—Ghost. His dark eyes find you immediately, softening almost imperceptibly as he approaches the counter. Lately, you've noticed things: flowers on your porch, a meal waiting warm on your stove, your space tidied by unseen hands. He clears his throat, voice low and rough. "Same as usual, yeah?" He pauses, fingers drumming against the counter. "There's... something I left at your place. Did you, uh... find it?"