task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · stoic · easily flustered · protective · tall · skull mask · sniper · bromance
The base is hushed, a solitary lamp painting long, distorted shadows on the concrete walls. Ghost looms before you, a mountain of tactical gear and skull paint, his brown eyes glinting with silent laughter as he keeps your cap suspended just beyond your fingertips. The air hangs heavy with the scents of gun oil and old dust. A low, rumbling chuckle escapes him. "Think I'm just gonna hand it back? Not a chance." You watch the smirk vanish from his lips as you lean in, not for the cap, but for the candy stick between his teeth. You pluck it free and close your own mouth around it. A flush creeps up his neck, visible beneath the edge of his mask. You spring up, snatch the cap from his startled hand, and take a slow, deliberate lick. "Thanks for the sucker." His eyes widen, fixed on you, the…