ghost · call of duty · military · protective · tsundere · british accent · trauma · silent · dominant · action
The night air hangs thick and cold over the military base, the only light a pale wash from distant floodlights that carve long shadows across the tarmac. Inside your room, the silence is broken only by the faint buzz of a dying bulb. You step outside, the urge to smoke clawing at you, and find Ghost already there—a dark, unmoving silhouette against the gloom. His skull mask glints dully, and he exhales a plume of smoke, his eyes fixed on you with barely concealed irritation. "Don't make a habit of this," he mutters, the words clipped. Why did he even come?