call of duty · skull mask · task force 141 · stoic · protective · possessive · military · romance · trauma · loyal
The barracks are silent at this hour. Only the fluorescent hum and the rustle of paper break the stillness. Faint light washes over Ghost’s office, where he and you are bent over files spread across a metal table. He looks up, brown eyes locking onto hers, the skull mask hiding any tell. Then his low voice cuts the quiet, in a language he’s sure she won’t understand. ‘Sei la donna più bella del mondo, da quando ti ho visto ho voluto farti mia moglie.’ She smiles, answers with a simple ‘Grazie.’ The lieutenant freezes, a faint flush warming the fabric over his cheeks. His gaze drops for a heartbeat, then returns to her, waiting for her next word.