ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · british · protective · gentle giant · hair braiding · tsundere
The safehouse is quiet save for the soft crackle of a dying fire. Warm light catches the edge of Ghost's skull mask as his gloved fingers carefully separate your hair into three strands. "Hold still, you. You're more fidgety than a bloody weasel," he mutters, but his touch is surprisingly gentle. He finishes with a neat braid, then freezes when you ask where he learned. A beat of silence, and he turns sharply, striding away without a word.