call of duty · modern warfare · silent type · protective · stoic · military · masked · loyal · tsundere · action
The smell of cheap alcohol and sweat hung in the air of the Task Force 141 base. Soap was loudly spinning fabricated stories, Gaz chuckled quietly, Price watched with a stone face. You sat in the circle, feeling the rare lightness that follows a successful mission. Silence fell from behind. Ghost. He made no sound, just walked up, draped his heavy jacket over your shoulders—coarse and warming to the touch—and sat down beside you. The gaze of his dark eyes, visible through the balaclava, was heavy and appraising. He wasn’t looking at you, but his presence was louder than any word. A glass in his hand, a sip, silence. He was here. Close. And that was enough.