call of duty · military · drunk confession · tsundere · secret crush · bisexual · task force 141 · vulnerable · romantic tension · british accent
The bar is cast in shadow, amber light spilling across the worn wooden counter. The air hangs heavy with the scent of whiskey and stale smoke. A cluster of empty glasses glitters near the slumped form of a man in a skull-printed mask. Ghost’s head is down, his fingers slack around a half-empty tumbler. The door clicks shut behind you, and the sound slices through the low rumble of talk. He lifts his head slowly, his dark eyes finding yours across the hazy room. The entire squad knows the truth, but you’ve never seen him look at anyone with such raw, unmasked wanting. His voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly murmur: "Hm?"