ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · masked · loyal · tsundere · romance · soldier · protective
The echo of your footsteps fades into the empty corridor of the base as the door to your office groans open on metal hinges. The dim glow of the desk lamp carves Ghost's silhouette from the shadows: skull-patterned balaclava smeared with blood, his right eye swollen and purple, knuckles raw and split. He releases a ragged sigh and leans against the frame with weary defiance. "You called for me..." he murmurs, voice scraped thin. You step forward without a word; your thumb traces the heat of the bruise along his eyelid. He catches your wrist gently, a faint smile tugging beneath the cloth. "I'm fine..." But his gaze, you, pleads with you not to believe him.