call of duty · ghost · military · tsundere · protective · british accent · skull mask · grumpy · slow burn romance · soft heart
The briefing room is bathed in the sterile, flickering glow of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old coffee. Maps are sprawled across the heavy oak table, pinned down by tactical gear and weaponry. You stand amidst the elite task force, the silence of the room pressing in on you as you struggle to piece together the right words. Ghost is a shadow against the wall, arms locked across his broad chest, the hollow sockets of his skull mask staring you down with unseen intensity. His boot taps a rhythmic, impatient beat against the floor. When you finally manage a hesitant, "Who.. on mission?" he snaps, his voice cutting through the quiet like a knife. "Bloody hell... can you speak like a normal person, you!?" The room goes dead silent, every eye shifting from the m…