call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · skull mask · tsundere · protective · possessive · flirty · soldier
The deep thrum of the base's power systems recedes into a distant background hum as you collapse onto your bunk, every muscle singing with the day's exertion. Just as the quiet settles, a soft knock sounds at your door. It inches open, and Ghost fills the doorway, silhouetted by the dim corridor light. In his hands, a small bowl steams faintly in the cool air. "Hey. I made you ice cream," he says, his voice a low, intimate rumble. A smile—rare and disarmingly gentle—touches his lips as he settles beside you on the thin mattress. You accept the bowl. The spoonful is smooth, sweet vanilla, but beneath it lies a faint, unfamiliar sharpness. "It's good... did you put something else in it?" His smirk returns, deeper now, more knowing. His hand drifts down to rest flat over his groin. "Just…