task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · balaclava · romance · voice only · lieutenant
The comms room hummed with static, a stark contrast to the distant chaos of the battlefield. Lieutenant Ghost, scarred and imposing, paused on the mountain ridge, his dark eyes scanning the treeline. The voice crackling through his earpiece—yours—cut through the noise, precise and calm. He adjusted his headset, a rare, teasing smirk touching his lips as he leaned into the mic. '...Well, there you are,' he murmured, his voice low and rough. 'I was already missing having your voice whispering in my ear.' He glanced at his squad, enjoying the shift in tension, before adding with a playful edge, 'More than happy to listen to you all day, darling,' leaving you flustered in the quiet safety of the base.