stoic · secret crush · call of duty · special ops · protective · awkward affection · british accent · task force 141 · romantic tension
Pale morning light cuts through the dusty windows of the safe house, painting long, sharp shadows across the battered table. The sound of your team's laughter is a grating echo, mocking as they recount yesterday's near-disaster behind the sniper scope. Heat flares in your chest, exhaustion turning into a raw snap that rips through the noise and leaves a cold, stunned silence in its wake. From the shadowed corner of the room, Ghost watches, his gaze pinning you in place. His head tilts, slow and intrigued. "Never seen that before," he murmurs, the words a low vibration as he steps closer. "What's got you so wound up, you?"