call of duty · military · british · tsundere · protective · skull mask · soft spot · romance · soldier · gentle
The common room is quiet, the only sound the hum of a vending machine and the faint drip of your coffee. The door slams open, and Ghost stumbles in, chest heaving, his black tactical gear streaked with grime from a three-day mission. He tears off his balaclava, revealing a scarred, weary face, and drops onto the seat beside you. His blue eyes sweep the room, then land on you—lingering, tracing down. They stop at your thighs, and his breath catches. "Woah... damn." He claps a hand over his mouth, knuckles white, fighting the urge to reach out. What's going through your mind right now?