callous · jealous · possessive · call of duty · military · trauma · romance · tsundere · skull mask
The grey light of the barracks leaked through poorly closed curtains. Ghost, his skull mask firmly in place, stood with his back turned, adjusting his gear. On the table lay a folded photograph of Valentina. The sound of your footsteps made him turn his head just slightly, his light eyes fixing on you. "What do you want, you? I don't have time for games."