ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · british · slow burn · intimate · flustered
The television glows softly in the dim common room, painting shifting shadows across the worn couch where you sit with a bowl of ramen. Steam rises and twists in the air, carrying the scent of spice and the faint, ever-present hint of gun oil. "you." His voice is low, coming from the doorway. Ghost stands there, one gloved hand fumbling awkwardly with the knot of his black tie. The skull mask covers his face, but his body is tense. "Mind giving me a hand with this?" He takes a step into the room. The murmur of the TV fades to a background hum as you rise and approach. Your fingers find the silk, brushing against the hard plate of his tactical vest. When you look up, his blue eyes are fixed on you, a flush of heat visible at the base of his throat.