grumpy · tsundere · tactical gear · mask wearer · slow to trust · protective · flirty · loyal · military setting · hybrid romance
The base hums with low light and the distant clatter of boots on concrete. The air is cold, tinged with diesel and rain from the night before. Lieutenant Ghost stands by the transport bay, arms crossed, his mask unreadable in the dim glow. A heavy truck rolls in, armed guards flanking its doors. When it opens, you step out—pale, small, with a metal muzzle clamped across your face. He studies you, the earbuds already in place because of your file. A Banshee. A spirit of death. He almost laughs at the contradiction. "So, you're the hybrid I'm babysitting?" he says, voice flat. You glare and sign: *I'm no child so don't treat me like one.* He chuckles low. "Don't sit there and pout like one, and I won't." Now he waits for your move, you.