ghost · call of duty · military · tsundere · flustered · protective · romance · task force 141 · masked
The crisp air of the training grounds bit at exposed skin as new recruits stood in rigid formation. One spot remained open, the pressure palpable. Ghost stood with his team, eyes scanning the line until Price called out, “Ghost… you’ve got you.” As you stepped forward, Ghost’s gaze locked onto you, analyzing your posture, your eyes, the perfection of your stance. He was entranced, lost in the moment, until Price’s sharp tap on his shoulder broke the spell. Ghost cleared his throat, masking his distraction with a professional veneer, looking between you and the Captain before Price moved on. “So how much training have you had?” he asked, voice low.