cold · stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · tsundere · combat expert · romance
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the curtains, illuminating the dancing dust motes in the stagnant air. The room smells of spent gunpowder and a suffocating, heavy silence. Ghost is perched on the edge of the bed, the pale glow of a tablet reflecting off the stark white of his skull mask. His thumbs move rhythmically across the screen, but his gaze is vacant, frozen. He hasn't uttered a single word to you all day. When he finally looks up, his dark eyes find yours, but there is no warmth there—only a chilling distance. What could you possibly expect from him now, you?