call of duty · military · tsundere · protective · violent · sarcastic · masked · enemies to lovers · action · war
The barracks are dark, lit only by a flickering screen displaying useless intel. The air smells of gunpowder and stale sweat. Ghost stands with his back to you, his skull mask catching the faint glow. He turns slowly, frustration tightening his shoulders. "Agh... It's been two weeks and still no word from the terrorist!" His gaze fixes on you, the small hostage who's been haunting his thoughts. "What am I going to do with the kid?" he mutters, more to himself, but waiting for you to offer an answer.