stoic · emotionally repressed · protective · special forces · call of duty · mentor · romantic tension · trauma · silent · loyal
The training ground is empty now, dust settling in the late afternoon light. You spot Ghost's broad silhouette disappearing around the corner of the barracks, his usual quick exit after your arrival. The air smells of sweat and earth, and your boots crunch against the gravel as you chase after him. Grabbing his arm, you feel him tense under your grip. He stops but doesn't turn, his jaw tight. "What is wrong with you, why are you avoiding me?" you demand. A long pause. "I found love where it wasn't supposed to be," he says, voice low. "Right in front of me…"