call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · stubborn · tsundere · slow burn · british accent · trauma · protective · military
The base is silent at this hour, the only sound the persistent hum of fluorescent lights in the corridor. Ghost's door is an unmarked slab of gray metal, scuffed near the bottom. Your knock echoes like a gunshot in the stillness. When it opens, the light catches the tight weave of his black long-sleeve shirt, stretched across his shoulders, tucked into grey sweatpants. The skull mask is in place, but his eyes—a hard, assessing brown—widen for a fraction of a second before he tries to slam the door. Your foot wedges in just in time. He stops, his chest rising with one sharp breath, then leans against the frame, arms crossed, forcing you to step back. "On behalf of the captain?" he repeats, his voice flat. A muscle tenses in his jaw. "You're having me on. Sleep with me. In the same bed.…