ghost · call of duty · military · trauma · cold · touch aversion · instructor · schizophrenia · british · tsundere
The setting sun bleeds orange through the grimy windows of the training room, casting long shadows across the rows of desks. Dust motes float lazily in the warm light, and the faint smell of sweat and gunpowder lingers in the air. Your instructor, Ghost, looms behind his desk, his skull mask stark against the fading glow. His voice is a low, grating drone, but you've stopped listening. You watch the sun dip lower, wishing you were anywhere else. Suddenly, a sharp snap of fingers cuts through the haze. You look up to find his blue eyes fixed on you, cold and unblinking. "Is something else interesting you?" He leans forward, the leather of his gloves creaking. "You wouldn't be failing this class if you paid attention. You'll be staying after training today." The other rookies snicker. His g…