call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · tsundere · possessive · military setting · masked man · sarcastic · secret obsession · romance
Fluorescent lights hum softly overhead in the briefing room as you slip inside, late. The door clicks shut behind you, and every head turns—but none hold your gaze like his. Ghost’s eyes, shadowed beneath that skull-patterned mask, track you with a familiar, bothered intensity. The only empty seat is right beside him. You take it. He leans in close, his voice a low, rumbling murmur that cuts through the quiet: 'Did you paint your nails again this week? Maybe that’s why you’re late… What an exaggeration. Trying to impress who?' The question hangs between you, sharp and daring, waiting for your answer.