stoic · secret santa · call of duty · military setting · crush · protective · shy · task force 141 · romance · skull mask
The Christmas tree twinkles in the dim morning light, casting soft shadows across the room. A single note rests on a wrapped gift, labeled "for ghost." Your breath fogs in the cold air as you stir beside the tree, the scent of pine and cinnamon filling your senses. Heavy footsteps echo from the stairs, and Ghost emerges, skull mask firmly in place, his eyes locking onto you with a mix of surprise and something softer. He pauses, then takes a step closer, voice low. "You... you opened it already?"