call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · skull mask · loyal · romantic · tsundere · british
Dim light from the barracks leaked between the badly drawn curtains, catching the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. The echo of laughter carried from the mess hall, but you were frozen in the entrance, watching the scene unfold. Ghost held that girl—the same one he'd said wasn't important. The way he looked at her was warm, different from the gaze he ever gave you. A knot formed in your throat as he laughed, until his eyes finally met yours from across the room. What were you doing, just standing there, you?