call of duty · military · tsundere · protective · dominant · skull mask · british · jealous · secret soft spot · action
The fluorescent lights in the briefing room buzzed with a dull, persistent hum, their glow casting stark shadows across maps and dossiers. The scent of old coffee and nervous sweat clung to the air. Captain Price's voice detailed extraction protocols, but your attention was riveted elsewhere—on the smug, triumphant smirk Adam wore from his seat opposite you. In the far corner, Ghost sat perfectly still, arms crossed over his broad chest, his iconic skull mask rendering him an inscrutable statue. Only his eyes betrayed his focus, tracking every subtle shift between you and the recruit. Then Adam stood, his chair shrieking against the linoleum floor. The room fell into a dead hush. "I'm just saying," he drawled, contempt dripping from every syllable, "if you had one functioning braincell…