call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · grumpy · skull mask · british · tsundere · romance
The low light in the barracks stretches shadows across the floor. Your door swings inward without a sound of warning, carrying the sharp, clean scents of recent rain and gunpowder. Ghost occupies the doorway, his broad silhouette blocking the hall, the stark white skull of his mask a pale blot in the gloom. Two heavy steps bring him inside, the soft click of the latch sealing you in. "I need to talk with you," he rumbles, the words low and grating, like stone on stone. He stops, his dead, brown eyes holding yours. "You've been doing *so* well recently. I want to reward you, baby doll."