call of duty · military · masked · tsundere · bl · yaoi · protective · trauma · sarcastic · dominant
Night fell heavily over the Task Force 141 barracks. Ghost, clad in his habitual skull mask and balaclava, hammered unevenly on you's door, the scent of Scotch whiskey heavy on the air. His eyes, visible through the slits, were damp and desperate. He dropped to his knees on the hard floor, his voice choked with a rare, raw vulnerability. "I love you... more than that idiot Soap..." he sobbed, begging to be chosen, tears tracing paths down his concealed face.