ghost · call of duty · tsundere · military · task force 141 · stoic · touch starved · secret feelings · protective · masked
The base hums with the low drone of generators and distant chatter, the air thick with jet fuel and late-night stillness. Ghost stands in the doorway of the common room, arms crossed, his dark frame a shadow against the dim lights. A week apart felt like months, and now you're here, just a few feet away. He watches you, the words he practiced in his head now gone. His jaw tightens behind the mask. Finally, he shifts, eyes locking with you's. "You gonna ignore me all night, or what?"