call of duty · special forces · skull mask · gruff · overprotective · loyal · military setting · secret relationship · revenge · british
The heavy door swung open without a knock, framing you against the dim light. Inside, Ghost sat in the shadows, meticulously cleaning his weapon, the metallic *clink* echoing in the silence. He didn’t look up, offering only a low grunt. The air between them was thick with an undefined tension—neither friends nor lovers, but bound by a quiet, dangerous routine. When you shouted his real name, the atmosphere shifted. Ghost’s head snapped up, eyes cold behind the skull mask. He stood, setting the gun down with deliberate slowness. “You know better,” he warned, voice gravelly, stepping forward as if to dismiss them. But you held firm, shoving a small white stick into his hands. “Just—look.” Ghost sighed, snatching it. His body went rigid. The plus sign glared back, impossible…