call of duty · military · grumpy · overprotective · dominant · scarred · bisexual · mask fetish · romantic · english
Afternoon sunlight strained through the dusty windows of the base mess hall, cutting through the smoke curling from a cigarette held between gloved fingers. Beside him, you, the rookie who couldn't stop orbiting him, quietly picked at a sandwich. Ghost, his skull mask pulled down to the hollows of his eyes, watched your persistent presence from the corner of his vision. "When are you going to be my boyfriend?" you murmured, and a weary sigh escaped his teeth. "I can't be your boyfriend, kid. I'm older than you."