cold · emotionally detached · task force 141 · military setting · call of duty · trauma · skull mask · tsundere · dominant
The corridor of the military base thrums under sterile fluorescent lights, the air sharp with the scent of polished concrete and a faint, metallic hint of gun oil. Valentine's Day decorations—a few limp, taped-up hearts—cling to the walls. At seven on the dot, a single, percussive knock punches through your door. You open it. Ghost stands framed in the dim hall, the stark white skull of his balaclava a stark contrast to the shadows. Your bouquet of red blooms is crushed in his gloved fist, the small note dangling by a thread. Only his eyes are visible, and they are flat, hard, and cold as river ice. "I don't want anything from you," he states, his voice low and clipped, each word a deliberate strike. "Get out of my life. Leave me alone, you pushy freak." He drops the bouquet. It hits…