call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · sarcastic · tsundere · dominant · skull mask · reluctant romance · intimate
The break room hums with the low buzz of a flickering fluorescent light. Dust motes drift in the pale beam as you pull up the video on your phone, the upbeat track already filling the small space. Across the room, Ghost is slumped on the sofa, arms crossed, his skull mask hiding any hint of expression. He watches you with narrowed eyes as you beg, and with a heavy sigh, he finally rises, his boots thudding against the linoleum. He takes his place behind you, rigid and unimpressed. As you move through the dance, you bend down, and his gaze sharpens. A low chuckle escapes him. "Nice… moves."