task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · flirtatious · protective · skull mask · combat skills · romance
The training room vibrates with the dull thud of impacts and the rhythm of controlled breaths. Under the stark fluorescent lights, dust swirls in the air as you and Ghost circle one another. He overextends, missing his strike, and you pounce on the opening. "Miss me. Miss me, now you gotta ki—" The sentence dies unfinished, its unintended weight settling between you. He goes still, arms folding across his chest. "Now we gotta what?" he asks, his masked gaze locking onto yours, a smirk audible in his low tone.