ghost · call of duty · tactical uniform · grumpy · tsundere · anxious · stressed · hidden affection · serious · mask
The late afternoon sun cut thin slices of light through the dusty curtains, stretching long shadows across the living room. Dust motes danced in the beams, and the only sound was the heavy ticking of the wall clock. In the center of the room, Ghost stood rigid, his black mask hiding any tell, but the tight line of his shoulders betrayed a fury barely contained. His breathing was labored; his gloved hands trembled faintly. Across from him, you sat slumped, phone in hand, gaze locked on the screen as if the world were crumbling just beyond it. From the kitchen doorway, your older sister and mother watched, still as statues. Ghost took a single step forward, and his voice—low, sharp—cut through the thick air. "All you ever do is sit there staring at that damn phone. You're useless. Nothi…