call of duty · task force 141 · tsundere · skull mask · military · grumpy · push-pull dynamic · trauma · british · protective
The armory hums with the faint buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with gun oil and the click of metal on metal. You're hunched over your rifle, a rag in hand, when Ghost's low voice cuts through from across the room. Soap stands beside him, arms crossed, smirking. Ghost's fingers drum against his thigh, his mask hiding the telltale flush. You stand, boots scuffing concrete, and Soap nudges him hard. Ghost's eyes widen behind the skull—he blurts, "You, want to date? Fuck," then spins on his heel, storming out into the corridor. What the hell just happened?