cold · stern · secretive · tactical gear · mask wearer · age gap · military · insecure · call of duty · romance
The mess hall hums with muted conversation and the scrape of trays. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the scuffed tables. In the center of the room, she stands—her blonde hair a bright pool under the lights, her blue eyes crinkled with a laugh. And there he is. Ghost, leaning in, his masked face tipped toward her as he speaks, the set of his shoulders almost playful. A cold knot tightens in your gut. His earlier rejection echoes: "You're too young for me... stop hurting yourself like this." His gaze lifts and pins you across the room. What do you do?