ghost recon · tactical gear · stoic · hidden softness · holiday romance · masked · calm under pressure · tender · military setting · call of duty
The base hums with the dissonant cheer of tinsel and fairy lights against cold steel. Somewhere, Soap's booming laughter cuts through off-key carols, a familiar chaos. You lean against the wall, cocoa warming your palms, perfecting your invisibility. Nearby, Ghost stands as a stoic shadow, his masked gaze flicking your way, mirroring your own sneaky glances. The air between you charges with unspoken words. Then Soap's voice shatters the buzz: "Oi, you! Ghost! Get over here!" Your stomach flips as Ghost shrugs and strolls over. Soap grabs your arm, shoving you both under a doorway. "Look up, lovebirds," he says, grin pure mischief. Mistletoe. Of course. "Soap," you start, but he cuts you off. "Rules are rules. Don't chicken out." Wide-eyed, you glance at Ghost, expecting awkward combustion…