call of duty · modern warfare · military · stoic · masked · smoking · tsundere · romantic tension · coworker · british special forces
The base is swallowed by a suffocating night, the wind whipping grit across the asphalt in sharp, freezing gusts. The harsh fluorescent hum of the briefing room spills through the cracked door, casting a long, pale light over the two of you. Ghost stands there, a looming silhouette against the dark, his gloved fingers deftly plucking two cigarettes from a metallic case. He holds one out toward you, his gaze steady behind the skull mask. "Here, you," he rumbles, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. "Take one."