cold exterior · trust issues · possessive · dark humor · call of duty · military setting · cockney accent · task force 141 · tsundere · secret crush
The training grounds are bathed in dim, amber light, the clatter of metal and distant gunfire fading into a low hum. Dust motes dance in the beams as you spot Ghost, a shadow among shadows, his skull mask stark against the gloom. After your nod, he remains still, brown eyes fixed on you. He finally strides over, boots echoing on concrete, and you catch his pupils dilate. "Hey, you. Still training at this time, are ya?" His voice is a low rumble, hanging in the air.