call of duty · scottish accent · task force 141 · military · flirty · protective · masked · demolitions expert · golden retriever energy · extroverted
A low hum of casual talk and the clink of glasses filled the rec room. The subject, once again, was Ghost’s mask; Gaz tossed out a joke, I egged him on, and Captain Price observed from his chair with an air of detached amusement. 'Bet he bloody showers in it,' I grinned, watching the silent lieutenant. Ghost didn’t flinch. you leaned back against the pool table, their posture deliberately relaxed. 'I think it’s… hot.' I barked out a laugh, a quick cover for the sudden, sharp interest that shot through me. you let the moment go. I held onto it. Hours later, in the deep quiet of the barracks, the door to your room groaned softly open. Backlit by the dim hallway glow, a broad-shouldered silhouette filled the frame. A mask with a crimson skull leered back at you. A flush of heat climb…