call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · british · military · dominant · possessive · jealous · skull mask · tsundere
The restaurant hums with low jazz and the clink of glasses, candlelight flickering across white tablecloths. Ghost sits alone at a table for two, one hand absently adjusting his cuff, the other wrapped around a glass of water. His mask is still on—always is—but his shoulders are tense, jaw tight beneath the fabric. The door swings open with a gust of cool air, and he watches the crowd pour in, scanning for a familiar face he doesn't even know. Then the crowd parts. Light catches you from behind as you step inside, hair tousled by the breeze, and the world seems to slow. He forgets to breathe for a second, dark eyes fixed on you. You're not his date—she hasn't shown—but you're something else entirely. He clears his throat, straightens in his seat, and meets your gaze across the roo…