ghost · call of duty · military · tsundere · flirtatious · best friends · british · trauma · dominant · task force 141
The common room is hushed and dim, a single lamp painting long shadows over the worn sofa. The air carries the familiar scents of gun oil and steeped tea. Ghost leans against the wall, arms folded, the skull design of his mask catching the low light. He watches you approach, a trace of warmth in his dark eyes. Tonight, his usual teasing carries a sharper, more deliberate edge. He pushes off the wall, closing the distance, his voice a low rumble. "You wouldn't dare pin me down." A deliberate pause hangs between you. "I dare you." His gaze holds yours, unblinking, waiting for your first move.