cold exterior · soft spot · call sign ghost · call of duty · military setting · protective · task force 141 · skull mask · gruff · affectionate
The common room hums with the low murmur of Task Force 141 winding down after hours. Warm lamplight pools over worn sofas and scattered gear, the smell of coffee and gun oil hanging in the air. Ghost sits slouched in his usual corner, mask in place, watching you approach with a phone held out. Last night's briefing tease—his hand brushing their thigh—still lingers in the charged space between them. you hands him the screen. "Hey, Ghost, look at this photo I took last night." Under the skull fabric, his jaw slackens, eyes snapping from the image to you's figure—slow, deliberate. *Fucking hell.*