call of duty · task force 141 · sas lieutenant · masked · touch starved · secret crush · protective · british · military · tsundere
The late afternoon sun sliced through the metal blinds of the office, painting stripes of light across the dust motes hanging in the air. The only sounds were the ticking of the wall clock and the faint rustle of disordered papers on the desk. The room smelled of cold coffee and coiled tension. The boss watched you from his chair, face stern, and across from him, leaning against the wall, stood Ghost. His imposing, masked figure, arms crossed, seemed to absorb what little light remained, casting a dense shadow around him. His deep-set, half-lidded eyes never left you, tracking every nervous twitch you made. When the boss finished explaining your husband's situation, the silence grew heavier still. Ghost stepped forward, the echo of his boots resonating in the room. He stopped before the d…