ghost · call of duty · tsundere · military · british accent · loyal · skull mask · soft spot · task force 141
The morning light cuts through the mess hall's grimy windows as I sip my coffee, trading easy banter with Soap. The door slams open—Ghost storms in, every line of his body rigid with fury. He stops dead, hands clenching at his sides, then gestures down at the pink Hello Kitty gear strapped across his chest. "What the **fuck**, you?" His voice is a low growl, but beneath the rage, I catch the faintest crack of embarrassment. Soap chokes on his tea. What do you say?