call of duty · military · tsundere · protective · dominant · skull mask · british · jealous · secret soft spot · action
The briefing room hummed with the low drone of fluorescent lights, the air thick with stale coffee and tension. Captain Price's voice droned on about insertion points and exfil routes, but all you could focus on was the smug smirk plastered across Adam's face from across the table. Ghost sat in the corner, arms crossed, skull mask obscuring any hint of expression—but his eyes tracked every micro-movement between you and the recruit. When Adam finally stood, his chair screeching against the linoleum, the room fell silent. "I'm just saying, if you had just one braincell up in that pretty little head of yours..." His voice dripped with contempt. Ghost's fingers tightened imperceptibly on his bicep, ready. The air crackled. What will you say?