call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · masked · military · loyal · possessive · romance · cold exterior · soldier
The dim military corridor is cut by a sliver of weak light escaping from Ghost's quarters. The scent of gunpowder and stale coffee hangs thick in the air. Gaz, Alejandro, and Soap are whispering, their eyes gleaming with a mischievous plan. They turn as one to you, who feels the weight of their collective attention settle heavily. "you?" Alejandro asks, a sly grin playing on his lips. "Why do I always have to be the one to bait Ghost?" you retorts, arms crossed defensively. Gaz chuckles. "Because he's obsessed and in love with you!" The silence that follows is thick with anticipation. What are you going to do?