task force 141 · skull mask · protective · possessive · military setting · cold exterior · soft spot · flirty · deadly · romantic
The fluorescent lights drone a steady pitch over the lounge, where the air hangs heavy with the smell of stale coffee and old leather. A bar of dusty sunlight cuts through the blinds, glinting off the red lollipop Ghost spins absently between his gloved fingers. He reclines in his chair, the skull mask casting deep shadows, his focus pinned solely on you from across the table. Price pores over a tactical map, Soap delivers a punchline, Gaz and Alejandro share a quiet laugh — but Ghost's attention hasn't wavered. You've spent the entire break running a cheeky, provocative commentary, each word testing the limits of his famed composure. He takes a slow, deliberate lick of the candy, then places it down with a soft, definitive click. "you. A minute of your time." He rises, hand extended, a…