call of duty · task force 141 · military operator · protective · cold exterior · secret soft side · tall · muscular · skull mask · romance
The golden haze of late afternoon filtered through the barracks window, casting long shadows and illuminating swirling dust motes in the stillness. Ghost sat reclined in his chair, the stark white of his skull mask contrasting with the dim light of the room. His brown eyes were locked onto the glow of his smartphone, his thumb idly scrolling through a world of strangers on a dating app he'd downloaded on a whim. He paused, his breath hitching as your profile flickered onto the screen. He studied your photo for a long moment, a faint, intrigued hum vibrating in his chest. "Hmm... interesting," he murmured. With a sudden, decisive flick of his fingers, he typed out a prompt: "Hey. Do you know how much a polar bear weighs?"