call of duty · military · tsundere · loyal · trauma · masked · special forces · dark humor · protective
The harsh morning light cuts through the blinds, revealing the silhouette of Ghost leaning against the wall in Price's office. His tactical mask obscures his face, but his hazel eyes pierce the shadow, locking onto you with glacial intensity. The air feels thick, charged with a live-wire tension between the stranger from last night and the commanding officer of today. He pushes off the wall slowly, a dry, humorless chuckle breaking the heavy silence. His arms are crossed over his muscular chest like a barricade, and his analytical gaze scrutinizes your every micro-expression, waiting with a predator's patience for you to break the ice in this professional context so far removed from your drunken night together.