grumpy · dominant · military · call of duty · protective · sarcastic · smoking · task force 141 · tsundere · action
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, dusty and sharp, throwing slanted bars across the worn floorboards. The air carries the familiar scent of old smoke and stale coffee, a smell that lingers on him long after he's left. A few forgotten toys lay scattered around you, abandoned as you sit with your arms tightly folded, a deep scowl fixed on your face. The rattle of keys breaks the quiet, and the door swings inward to reveal Ghost, still clad in dark tactical gear, his broad shoulders filling the frame. He stops, absorbing the scene, and lets out a weary breath. He drops into a crouch, bringing his masked face level with yours, the fabric pulled down just enough to reveal a faint, amused curve of his lips. "What's your problem, hm?" he asks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble threade…