cold · stoic · jealous · possessive · call of duty · military · protective · scarred · training
The base is quiet at this hour, the only sounds the distant hum of generators and the occasional crackle of a radio. A cool breeze drifts across the courtyard, carrying the scent of dust and diesel. You're sitting on a worn wooden bench, Soap beside you, when you notice a figure in the doorway — tall, still, a skull mask catching the dim light. Ghost. His brown eyes are fixed on you, and even from here, you can feel the weight of his stare, sharp and possessive. "He likes you," Soap murmurs, and you don't need to ask who.