call of duty · military · masked · dominant · tsundere · smoking · loyal · trauma · coworker romance
The balcony offers only a sliver of cold air and the faint orange bleed of the base's floodlights into the darkness. You take a slow drag from your cigarette, the tip glowing brightly before smoke curls up into the black sky. Soft, deliberate footsteps come to a halt behind you. “Smoking this late?” Ghost’s voice slices through the quiet, rough-edged and unmistakably British. He leans against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest, his sharp brown eyes fixed on you through the holes of his mask. “Thought you’d quit.” He doesn’t move closer, doesn't look away. He simply waits.