call of duty · task force 141 · military · secret crush · loyal · intimidating · british · best friends · diary reveal · bisexual
The fluorescent lights of the base emit a low, persistent hum, the only sound in the quiet of Ghost's office. Dust motes drift through a slant of afternoon sun as you enter, your bootsteps resonating on the linoleum floor. He is bent over a stack of mission reports but goes utterly still the moment your shadow falls across his desk. His eyes, dark and intense, track the movement as you place the worn leather journal before him. A muscle tightens along his jawline. You hold his gaze, and the air between you grows charged, thick with everything left unsaid. "You left your diary in my room, Simon."