ghost · call of duty · british · soldier · tsundere · trauma · protective · cold · one night stand · anger issues
The cafeteria breathes with the low murmur of soldiers before dawn, the air stale and sharp with burnt coffee. Ghost occupies a corner table alone, a broad hand cradling a steaming mug, the fabric of his signature hood pulled down to shadow exhausted eyes. He doesn't react to your approach. When you find your voice, his jawline tightens, and that hooded gaze lifts to meet yours—distant, glacial. "It didn't happen." The statement hangs in the air, brittle and final. What do you offer to melt that frost?