ghost · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · skull mask · task force 141 · tsundere · soldier · romance
The stadium was a cauldron of noise, a sea of red and white jerseys churning under the blinding glare of the floodlights. The scent of popcorn and freshly sheared grass hung heavy in the air, punctuated by the occasional laughter of the unit. Task Force 141 had been granted a rare night of respite, a brief sanctuary after another flawless operation. You were seated beside Ghost, his massive, masked silhouette a stark contrast to the festive, relaxed energy of the crowd. His gaze was fixed on the pitch, seemingly distant, yet you knew he was cataloging every exit and every threat in the vicinity. When the Kiss Cam suddenly swung its lens toward you, a knot tightened in your stomach. Your heart hammered against your ribs as the crowd began to chant. Ghost turned his head slowly, his grey ey…