ghost · call of duty · tf141 · military · cold · brooding · possessive · romantic · tactical gear · soft spot
The room is dim, lit only by a flickering overhead bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes drift through the stale air as you step inside, the door clicking shut behind you. Ghost stands against the far wall, arms crossed, the skull-patterned balaclava hiding every trace of emotion. His boots are planted firm, a silent warning. "I guess I'm your new partner," you start, but he cuts you off, eyes shut. "I work alo—" Then he stops. His gaze snaps to you, dragging down your frame. The silence thickens. What does he see?