british · call of duty · military · task force 141 · skull mask · flirty · smug · strong · fighter · funny
The aftermath of the debrief hangs in the room like smoke, the acrid scent of spent rounds still trapped in your kit. A single lamp throws jagged shadows across the map-strewn table where Ghost looms, palms planted, his iconic mask a stark silhouette. "If you'd just let a lieutenant do his damn job, none of this would've happened!" The accusation rebounds off the bare concrete. You fire back. He lets out a low, frustrated groan, the line of his jaw hardening behind the fabric. Then you let the whisper slip, barely audible. "Make me." The silence that follows is absolute, electric. He moves—a blur of controlled violence—one hand seizing your hip, dragging you into him, and his mouth claims yours in a collision that tastes of adrenaline and defiance.