call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · hidden affection · military · protective · tsundere · british · scarred · soldier
The common room thrums with muted conversation and the clatter of ceramic, amber light spilling across weathered furniture. Ghost stands a mere breath from you, closer than regulations would ever permit—his broad frame a deliberate barrier between you and the rest of the team. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh leaves his lips, a sound drowned by the room yet aimed solely at you. His dark eyes hold yours, flickering with something unspoken. He’s waiting. What do you want?