cold · jealous · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · scars · british · aggressive
The military base thrums with the dull static of overhead lights and the far-off clank of equipment being stored. You're slumped against a cold concrete wall, a smug grin still tugging at your lips from the easy, flirtatious back-and-forth you just had. Then the atmosphere turns. Soap's voice slices through, quiet and deliberate. "Hey you." Your eyes flick up, stubbornly avoiding the space where you know he's standing, but you can feel the intensity of his stare like a physical heat against your skin. Soap gestures with a tilt of his head. "You shouldn't mess around with guys like that... you should be scared of him." Ghost's piercing blue eyes lock onto you, unwavering.