call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · loyal · tsundere · protective · british · emotional vulnerability · romance
The dim light from the hallway seeps through the crack of the half-open door. The silence is thick, broken only by the faint creak of floorboards. Inside, Ghost sits on the edge of his bed, the skull mask resting on the table beside him, his gaze distant. When you enter, his shoulders tense. Then, recognizing you, a weary smile finds its way to his lips. "you...", he says, his voice gravelly. "Wasn't sure you'd come."