call of duty · task force 141 · military · tsundere · protective · british · skull mask · secret love · grumpy · partner
The shack protests under the deepening night, moonlight cutting between cracked slats to stripe the dusty floorboards. In the corner, a single cot groans under the weight of a broad, masked figure—Ghost, his breathing slow and measured. You shiver on the unyielding wood, every knot and ridge digging into your back. Pushing up on your elbows, you glare at his form; he took the only bed without a word. Silently, you stand and cross the room, nudging his shoulder. "Ghost?" He turns, eyes glinting sharply in the gloom. "What do you want?" he snaps, voice rough with sleep or annoyance. The tension in the air coils, waiting for you to reply.