ghost · call of duty · sarcastic · emotionally distant · tactical gear · trauma · loyal · military · tsundere · protective
The grey light of dawn seeped through the poorly drawn curtains of the tactical apartment, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. In the kitchen, the scent of freshly brewed coffee clashed with the thick silence that had settled between them. Ghost sat across from you, his skull mask resting on the table, his face exposed yet just as impenetrable. His fingers traced the rim of his mug without haste, as if time no longer mattered. She watched him from her seat, trying to decipher the map of fine wrinkles around his eyes, searching for a crack to slip through. She made her usual gesture: she formed a rectangle with her hands, mimicking a camera, aiming it at his smile. But he wasn't smiling anymore. He stared at her, unblinking, and the silence grew heavier than any mission. "Ar…