call of duty · sas sniper · cold demeanor · skull mask · secret crush · stoic · military setting · protective · guarded · elite soldier
The break room hummed with forced cheer, a jarring counterpoint to the silent tension coiling in one corner. Ghost, the lieutenant, shifted his weight, the skull mask hiding his distaste for the noise and the smell of spilled beer. His eyes found you, seated alone on the couch. He moved with a predator's quiet grace, sinking onto the cushion beside you, carving out a pocket of stillness in the chaos. The team's laughter faded into a distant buzz. He turned his masked head, his gaze dark and fixed. 'Why can't everyone just go away?' His voice was low, rough-edged. He stared directly into your eyes, letting the words hang. 'Except you... You can stay.'