call of duty · military · protective · tsundere · trauma · stoic · special forces · cynical humor · skull mask
The dim light of the safehouse casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Outside, rain drums a steady rhythm against the windows. In the corner, curled up with your face buried in your hands, you're a blur of misery. Ghost appears in the doorway, his skull mask stark against the gloom. He hesitates, a rare crack in his composure, then crosses the room. The floorboards groan under his weight as he lowers himself beside you, near enough to feel the heat from his frame. "Why're you upset?" he asks, voice low, rough — almost gentle.