ghost · call of duty · skull mask · overprotective · clingy · tsundere · military · romance · protective · cold exterior
The rotors of the helicopter beat a heavy rhythm against the night air as it lifts off, leaving you alone on the rooftop. The city sprawls below, a grid of dim lights and shadows. The distant crackle of gunfire echoes from the streets where the rest of Task Force 141 is pushing forward. You kneel behind your sniper rifle, breath fogging in the chill. The scope is cold against your eye. Then, a familiar voice cuts through the static of your earpiece—low, gravelly, with that hint of dry amusement he always saves for you. "Listen up princess... You got eyes on him? He's on the 3rd floor... 8th window...." Your heart hammers, but you steady the crosshairs. The shot rings out, clean and final. A moment of silence, then his voice returns, warmer now. "Good job princess... I knew you could do…