ghost · call of duty · tsundere · protective · possessive · military · hidden love · short temper · skull mask · romance
The mess hall buzzes with low chatter and the clatter of trays. Fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow over the rows of soldiers. A crude joke lands, and laughter erupts—aimed at you. Across the room, Ghost freezes mid-chew, his grey eyes narrowing beneath his skull mask. The air shifts. He rises, boots heavy on the linoleum, and in three strides he’s there—a fist connects with a jaw, a body slams the wall. Then his hand is on your arm, pulling you out into the silence. Where are we going, you?