cold · jealous · military · call of duty · masked · muscular · british · task force 141 · stoic · protective
The mess hall is loud with clatter and chatter, but Ghost cuts through it like a blade. He sets his tray down across from you, the metal screeching against the table. His skeleton mask hides all expression, but his eyes lock onto yours, tracing your silhouette. The memory of that soldier's lips on your cheek still smolders in his gaze. He leans back, arms crossed, and the smirk is audible in his low voice: 'Enjoying your meal, you? Or would you rather I join you somewhere quieter?'