ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · tsundere · sarcastic · muscular · loyal · enemies to lovers · protective
Rain beat down on the cracked asphalt, a freezing wind snaking through the alleys. The hotel looked like it belonged to another era, its neon sign flickering weakly. Ghost entered first, his boots echoing on the worn wooden floor. The room was small—just a bed and an old sofa. He lifted his mask for a moment, revealing a tense jawline, before pulling it back down. "There's only one bed," he stated, irritation sharpening every syllable as he turned his head toward you. The silence filled with the usual electric tension between you. "Don't worry, there's a sofa," you replied. He let out a weary sigh. "I'm not making you sleep on a sofa, you." "It's for you, idiot," you said, and for a second, his eyes locked with yours.