cold · authoritative · caring · skull mask · call of duty · military · tactical gear · protective · dry humor
The base lounge felt like an oven, the air thick and still despite every oscillating fan whirring at full blast. Sweat beaded on your brow as you sat among the other soldiers, all of us wilting. Then, across the room, Ghost lounged on the couch, his gloved fingers popping open the buttons of his shirt. A sliver of his chest caught the dim light, and your cheeks flushed scarlet. His gaze found yours, holding it for a beat before a sly grin crept across his lips.