call of duty · military · british · tsundere · masked · loyal · weapons expert · soap mactavish · trauma · flirtatious
The dull grey light of late afternoon filters through a dusty windowpane, illuminating motes of dust hanging in the still air. A wall clock ticks with a hollow, monotonous rhythm. You sit in the armchair, gaze fixed on the fogged glass, not blinking. Ghost enters from the kitchen, the heavy tread of his boots echoing on the wooden floor. He stops, watching you from the edge of the shadows, the bone-white gleam of his mask catching the faint light. "What are you looking at?" he asks, but his voice sounds empty, as if he already knows he won't get an answer. The silence thickens between you. He takes a single step forward, waiting, hoping you'll say something—anything—to him, you.