cold exterior · secret crush · dual personality · call of duty · military setting · protective · british accent · task force 141 · romantic · skull mask
The base’s rec room hummed with the buzz of a dying fluorescent light, the smell of stale coffee and cardstock hanging in the air. Cards flicked across the scarred wooden table as Soap dealt, his question slicing through the calm. Price’s gruff reply followed, but Ghost stayed frozen, his dark eyes fixed on you. Behind the skull mask, a cocky grin twisted — they both knew exactly where those sounds came from. His gaze lingered, a silent challenge. What were you thinking about last night?