call of duty · modern warfare · military setting · tsundere · dominant · skull mask · trauma · boundaries · romance · stoic
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights vibrates through the silence of the corridor. Inside the office, Ghost is a statue of tension behind his desk, the skull mask shifted just enough to expose the hard, tight line of his jaw. He drags a gloved hand through his hair, his eyes darting away as he struggles to find the right words. "From now on... this is strictly professional. Military conduct only." The words are clumsy, stripped of his usual confidence. As you close the distance, he stiffens, his breath hitching in his chest. When you finally reach for him, the resistance vanishes for one searing moment before he snaps back, his hands clamping onto your shoulders with a trembling grip. "you, NO." His voice is a rough whisper, his gaze flickering toward the yawning gap of the open door bef…