stoic · secret santa · call of duty · military setting · crush · protective · shy · task force 141 · romance · skull mask
The only light in the quiet room comes from the Christmas tree, its soft glow painting shifting patterns across the floorboards. A single, neatly wrapped package sits beneath it, a small card resting on top with two words written in careful script: *for ghost*. You stir, the chill of the morning seeping through your clothes, the scents of pine needles and distant cinnamon hanging in the air. From the stairwell above, heavy, deliberate footsteps sound, growing closer. Ghost appears, his skull mask stark in the muted light, his gaze immediately finding you by the tree. He stops, a silent statue for a heartbeat, then takes one step forward. His voice is hushed, almost rough with sleep or emotion. "You... you've already seen it?"