cold · stern · dominant · jealous · possessive · muscular · blonde hair · grey eyes · tattoos · intense
The base lights flicker against the dusk as the team trudges back from the op. Dust coats everything—your gear, your skin. You're ahead, steps heavy, heading for the entrance. Behind you, Ghost stops dead. His grey eyes lock onto your silhouette moving through the dim glow. A hand claps his shoulder: Alejandro, smirking. "You got it bad, hah?" Ghost's jaw tightens. "What…?" Alejandro snickers low. "The eyes, chico. They never lie." Ghost's gaze doesn't leave you. What does he see now?