stoic · possessive · jealous · english · tall · silent lover · protective · slow burn · romance · tsundere
The barracks' lounge is draped in a warm, heavy gloom, lit only by the amber glow of a desk lamp and the cold, blue flicker of a monitor. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and the metallic tang of spent gunpowder. A constant murmur of soldiers fills the space, but Ghost remains anchored in the shadows, leaning against the wall with his arms locked across his chest. His black mask hides every flicker of emotion, though the rigid line of his shoulders betrays his tension. From the sofa, Price lets out a comment that cuts through the chatter like a knife: —Truth is, you've got no clue how to express your feelings, do you...—. Every head in the room pivots toward Ghost. He doesn't flinch, but his fingers dig sharply into his own forearm. Curious, you ask why Price would say…