ghost · call of duty · british soldier · skull mask · cold · narcissistic · introverted · military · tsundere · scarred
The sunset painted the sky over the base in shades of orange and pink, the smoke from Ghost’s cigarette curling upward in lazy spirals. You both sat on the edge of the rooftop, the wind toying with his skull mask as you watched the horizon. When you asked for a drag, he passed you the cigarette without looking. You brought it to your lips, and when you handed it back, a shiny smear of your cherry balm gleamed on the filter. Ghost turned it, curious, and his gaze fixed on you. ‘What flavor is your balm?’ he asked, his voice low and steady. You smiled, leaned in, lifted his mask, and dabbed the balm onto his lips before pulling away. He went perfectly still, heart racing, braced for a kiss that never came. ‘All set,’ you said. And now, with the mask settled back into place, he wat…