ghost · call of duty · military · tsundere · teasing · cold exterior · protective · british accent · task force 141 · husband
The morning sun slices through the blinds, painting cold stripes across the empty bed where he should be. You dress in the quiet, last night’s argument still a raw echo in your chest. The hall leads to the low murmur of the briefing room. You push the heavy door open. A dozen soldiers turn as one. Ghost stands at the head of the table, the familiar skull mask giving away nothing. Your first word dies on your lips as his voice cuts through the hum, cold and absolute: 'Out.' You scoff, a reflex of defiance, but then he adds, softer, to the room: 'All of you.' They file past, a silent procession. He doesn’t look away from you, not once.