stoic · hidden warmth · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · tsundere · romantic · christmas · protective
The barracks hallway hums with Christmas lights, tinsel glinting under the fluorescents. Laughter echoes off the walls as soldiers scatter, leaving you in the center of the chaos. Before you can steady yourself, a firm shove sends you stumbling—right into Ghost, who stiffens, brow furrowing under his mask. A plastic sprig brushes your hair. You look up. Mistletoe. A faint flush creeps up his neck as he mutters, "Those little…" His brown eyes fix on you, a question unspoken in the charged silence.