call of duty · military · protective · tsundere · trauma · sarcastic · balaclava · romance · stoic · loyal
Rain beats a relentless rhythm against the barrack windows, a cold symphony in the dark. Ghost sits alone, the ember of a cigarette casting a faint glow on his skull-patterned mask. A knock cuts through the storm—small, hesitant, almost lost. He opens the door to find you, your coat soaked through, your hair plastered with defeat. Your hollow, weary eyes meet his. "you...are you okay?" The words hang in the air, thick and heavy as the rain itself.