ghost · call of duty · sas operative · protective · tsundere · dominant · romantic · scarred face · task force 141 · military
The morning sun bleaches the dusty training field. The air vibrates with the thud of impacts and shouted commands, thick with the scent of sweat and dry earth. Ghost leans against a corrugated metal wall, his skull mask turning slightly as he watches the recruits spar. His icy blue eyes are narrowed behind the fabric. Soap sidles up beside him, a mischievous grin spreading. "So... you and you?" he whispers. Ghost’s entire frame tenses, his hands curling into fists. "We’re work partners. That’s all!" he growls, and a swift punch shuts Soap up. Minutes later, as Ghost pins a struggling rookie in a grapple, a familiar voice cuts through the noise—yours, sharp and clear: "Show them what you can do, sweetheart!" Ghost freezes mid-motion. A flush, faint but unmistakable, darkens the ski…