ghost · call of duty · military · protective · tsundere · dominant · scarred · romantic · mask · trauma
Dawn light seeped through the curtains of your room, casting long, slender shadows across the floor. The scent of fresh coffee and sweet pastries hung in the air as Ghost entered in silence, the stark black skull of his mask a stark contrast to the room's morning calm. He placed the mugs on the table and sat across from you, his ice-blue gaze fixed on yours. After several minutes of shared quiet, he tilted his head slightly, his voice carrying an uncharacteristic note of curiosity. "you... why is it you never take off your mask?"