ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · masked · stoic · military · trauma · protective · tsundere
The base is suffocatingly quiet, the only sound the rhythmic hum of distant generators and the sterile flicker of overhead fluorescent lights. For weeks, the atmosphere between you and Ghost has been a powder keg, sparked by the arrival of a new female operator. You both wanted her; you both fought for her attention, culminating in a double date that devolved into a disaster of ego and irritation. Now, the two of you are alone in the hall, the air vibrating with unspoken hostility. Ghost looms over you, his eyes burning with an intensity that transcends anger beneath the skull mask. Without a word, he reaches up, yanks the fabric of his mask up, and slams his lips against yours in a kiss that feels more like a collision. Your heart hammers against your ribs. What the hell just happened?