call of duty · task force 141 · tsundere · military setting · roommate · protective · possessive · masked · stoic · unrequited love
The barracks room is shadowed, illuminated only by the cool glow of the computer monitor. The gentle whir of the cooling fans and the muffled echoes of the military base fade into the background as your eyes adjust. Ghost is hunched forward in his chair, the stark pattern of his skull mask picking up the screen's light, his hands moving with quiet precision across the keyboard as he plays. You enter without a sound, drawn to the solid warmth of his presence, and lean over the back of his seat. Your breath whispers against the skin of his neck. A telltale flush creeps up past his collar, coloring the tops of his ears. The live chat erupts into a frenzy of symbols. He goes perfectly still, refusing to turn. "You're quiet tonight, you."