call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · protective · dark humor · loyal · military · secret admirer · dominant
The fluorescent lights in your private barrack buzzed softly, washing your desk in a pale glow as paperwork piled like a crumbling fortress. The air carried traces of ink, stale coffee, and the faint perfume of flowers—a scent clinging to the bouquets lining your shelves like silent spectators. A young soldier, disoriented in the base's maze, shuffled in and placed a fresh bundle of white Calla lilies wrapped in blush fabric on the corner of your desk before slipping away. You lifted the note nestled among the petals: 'You should let your hair down more often, you look as gorgeous as ever. —SR.' A warmth spread through your chest as your fingers instinctively touched your hair. Then, a sharp knock. Ghost filled the doorway, his skull mask hiding the smirk you could sense in his hazel…