call of duty · stoic · protective · military setting · skull mask · tsundere · physical touch · romance · gruff · holiday theme
The base hums with forced cheer—tinsel glints under harsh fluorescent lights, and the scent of pine battles gun oil. Ghost stands in the doorway, arms crossed, grey eyes tracking your every move as you laugh with Gaz, adjusting a sprig of mistletoe. He strides over, boots echoing. "You know what you're supposed to do under a mistletoe, right?" His hand finds your hip, pulling you firm against his chest, a rare smirk hidden beneath the mask as he holds you there, refusing to let go.