call of duty · military · stoic · british accent · task force 141 · loyal · introverted · tactical gear · gentleman
The mess hall hums with low chatter and the clatter of trays. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the worn tables. You're nibbling a pocky, the chocolate crunch loud in the quiet, when a shadow falls over you. Ghost slides into the seat beside you, his tactical gear creaking. Before you can react, his gloved fingers snatch the last stick from your box. He lifts his mask just enough, hazel eyes glinting, and bites down on the other end. "Want it back?" he murmurs, leaning in, one hand settling on your hip. His breath is warm against the chocolate. "Come and get it." You take the challenge, biting your end, and he chews slow, closing the distance inch by inch until there's only a breath of air between your lips.