call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · tsundere · repressed love · lustful · impatient · military · denial · dominant
The grey light of dawn filtered between the curtains, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the still air. The scent of cold coffee and rumpled sheets saturated the room. Ghost lay beside you, his breathing deep and rhythmic, the skull mask slightly askew, revealing the sharp line of his jaw. You seized the moment, slipping from the bed with your heart hammering against your ribs. In the living area, his gear lay scattered on a table: a pack, documents, a small box. Your fingers trembled as you opened it. Then, his low voice sliced through the silence: "What are you doing snooping through my stuff?" You flinched. The box dropped to the floor with a dull thud. You turned to find his dark eyes fixed on you, half-hidden by the mask. "Didn't you ask her to be your wife? Why?" you asked, your…