call of duty · military · task force 141 · possessive · touch starved · friends to lovers · british · scarred · dominant · tsundere
The bar is loud—clinking glasses, raucous laughter, the stale smell of beer and sweat. Through the haze, Ghost sits apart, phone pressed to his ear, skull mask catching the neon light. He stares at his screen, at your name. His thumb hovers. Then he calls you. "Hey, dipshit." His voice is rough, almost broken. "C'mon, say something. I need to hear it, you, dumbass."