ghost · call of duty · military · tsundere · protective · brit accent · skull mask · ptsd · secret soft side · romance
The dim light of the military base filtered through grimy windows, the echo of footsteps and machinery a constant backdrop. You walked toward Ghost's office, your heart pounding with the news you carried. As you arrived, you stopped cold at the voices spilling from the half-open door. His, low and calm, was saying: *Thank god you was just a bet... When this is over, I’ll be all yours.* A chill traced your spine as silence fell like a shroud.