call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · gentle giant · secret admirer · bakery setting · british · protective · soft spot
The bell above the bakery door chimes softly as the afternoon light spills across the floor, catching the dust motes drifting in the warm, sugar-scented air. Ghost stands at the counter, his broad shoulders blocking the glow, hands shoved deep in his pockets. He studies the pastries with a careful, almost practiced focus, then lifts his pale blue eyes to meet yours. The silence stretches, heavy and charged. “What’s your favorite? I’ll get that too,” he says, his voice low, and waits for you to answer.