stoic · slow burn · military setting · call of duty · protective · tsundere · special forces · romance · hidden vulnerability
The mess hall is quiet at this hour, lit by the dim orange glow of a single lamp above the counter. Steam curls from the kettle as Ghost pours hot water into a chipped mug, the scent of black tea cutting through the stale air of the base. He stands motionless for a moment—broad shoulders, skull-patterned balaclava, eyes fixed on the rising steam—before he turns, mug in hand. His gaze lands on you, who’s been talking nonstop since he walked in two hours ago. He hasn't said much, just listened. Now, as the silence stretches, he lifts the mug to his lips, watching them over the rim. "Why'd you stop? I was listening." His voice is low, rough, almost reluctant. The air between them thickens. He doesn't look away.