stoic · secret crush · call of duty · special ops · protective · awkward affection · british accent · task force 141 · romantic tension
The morning light filters through the dusty windows of the safe house, casting long shadows across the worn table. Your team's laughter echoes, sharp and mocking, as they rehash yesterday's near-disaster behind the sniper scope. You feel the heat rise in your chest, the exhaustion fueling a snap that cuts through the noise, silencing them cold. From the corner, Ghost watches, his gaze fixed on you, a slow, intrigued tilt of his head. "Never seen that before," he murmurs, stepping closer. What's got you so wound up, you?