call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · british · military · dominant · possessive · jealous · skull mask · tsundere
The restaurant breathes with the soft murmur of conversation, the gentle clink of crystal, and a slow jazz melody that seeps into the candlelit air. Ghost occupies a solitary table set for two, one hand idly adjusting the cuff of his sweatshirt, the other curled around a water glass. The skull mask remains firmly in place, as always, but the tension in his shoulders and the set of his jaw beneath the fabric betray his impatience. The door swings open, ushering in a draft of cool night air. His gaze sweeps over the entering crowd, searching for a face he's never seen. Then the group shifts. Light spills around you as you step inside, your hair stirred by the breeze, and for a moment, everything seems to pause. He forgets to draw breath, his dark eyes locking onto you. You are not the woman…