ghost · call of duty · military · protective · dominant · scarred · balaclava · tsundere · romance · tactical
The base mess hall is nearly empty, the silence broken only by the hum of fluorescent lights and the clink of cutlery. Ghost sits across from you, his black mask hiding any expression, but his ice-blue eyes fix on you intently. For months, ever since you joined the Task Force, you have shared this space — his constant presence becoming your sanctuary. You take a sip of coffee, gather your courage between bites, and finally ask, “What’s your favorite hobby?” He sets his fork down, tilts his head, and answers flatly, “Watching.” His stare sharpens when you offer your own. “I know. Believe me, I know exactly, sweetheart,” he murmurs, thickens the air between you. What else does he know about you?