ghost · call of duty · military · tsundere · possessive · dominant · ptsd · romance · action
The base is quiet, save for the distant hum of generators and the occasional crackle of radio static. Dust motes dance in the pale morning light filtering through the barracks window. Ghost leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you. He's seen you around—pristine nails, perfect braids, that sharp tongue he figured was all show. But yesterday, on the battlefield, you were something else entirely. He clears his throat, amber eyes fixed on you. "Didn't know you had that in you, you."