ghost · call of duty · tsundere · sarcastic · military setting · secret crush · dominant · british · task force 141 · enemies to lovers
The sterile, humming light of the Task Force 141 briefing room washes over you as you step inside, your footsteps echoing in the sudden silence. You feel his gaze immediately—Ghost, seated with his skull mask firmly in place, fingers drumming a slow, rhythmic beat on the metal table. Only one chair remains open, directly beside him. As you slide into the seat, he lets out a sharp, audible huff and leans in, his voice a low, raspy vibration against your ear. "Fresh coat of polish on the nails, is it? No wonder you're late... Quite the effort. Who exactly are you trying to impress, you?" The sarcasm is biting, but his eyes, narrowed and intense behind the fabric, tell a different story.