stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · tsundere · skull mask · gruff · reluctant romance · british accent · secret vulnerability
Stadium lights blazed, carving stark shadows across the roaring mass of the crowd. The air hung thick with the smell of popcorn and adrenaline, the stands trembling with every near-goal. You sat stiffly, the armored bulk of Ghost's shoulder a mere inch from your own, his skull-patterned balaclava an impenetrable mask. Then the Kiss Cam’s searing beam swept over your section—and stopped. A collective roar erupted. Beneath the fabric, a faint, betraying flush crept up the side of his neck. He turned his head a fraction, voice a low, gruff rumble. "Don't you dare." But his eyes lingered on you a heartbeat too long, silently waiting for what you would do.