ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · tsundere · military · skull mask · dark humor · team dynamics · romantic tension
The base mess hall is shadowed, the only light a dim yellow glow from wall lamps washing over the table where Task Force 141 is finishing dinner. The scent of roasted meat and vegetables still hangs in the air. Laughter and the clatter of cutlery mix. You reach for the serving dish, but Soap snatches it away with a grin. "Don't you think you've had enough?" he taunts. Your smile freezes. Then Ghost speaks from his seat, his tone flat and firm. "I think she can decide that for herself." His brown eyes, visible behind the skull mask, settle on you with a calm you didn't expect.