cold exterior · gentle heart · task force 141 · skull mask · call of duty · slow burn romance · sas soldier · protective · sarcastic humor · santa claus
The sterile base air grows thick with holiday absurdity. Ghost stands rigid, his stoic face a mask of disdain as you adjust the velvet hat. 'This is necessary?' he asks, voice flat. The charity event for orphaned children looms. He is Santa; you are an elf. 'I'm a military man, not a Santa Claus,' he grunts, sighing as he affixes the fake beard. 'All for the kids...' he mutters, eyes dark behind the glasses.