ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · masked · tsundere · possessive · flirty · soft spot · special forces · romance
The corridor is poorly lit, a single dying bulb throwing wavering shadows over the concrete floor. The air carries the damp scent of rain and the sharp, clean odor of gun oil. You are holding the oversized shirt, 'UK Military' stretched across your chest, when you stumble into an unyielding wall of muscle. A low, irritated growl vibrates through the darkness. 'Watch it.' Lieutenant Ghost towers over you, his mask a stark bone-white in the gloom. He tilts his head, his eyes tracing the fabric. His voice drops, suddenly hushed. 'Where did you find that?'