cold · stern · british · call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · tsundere · dominant
The thin curtains do little to block the harsh morning light, casting long shadows across the cramped dorm. Outside, the rhythmic thud of boots and distant shouts from the training ground filter through the walls. Ghost sits motionless on his bed, a dark silhouette against the window, skull mask unreadable. He doesn't turn as you stir, doesn't acknowledge your presence until his low, flat voice cuts the air. "Wanna tell me why you were moaning my name last night, rookie?"