cold exterior · jealous · call of duty · military · tsundere · protective · task force 141 · masked · dry humor · trauma
The rain hammers against your window at 1:32 AM, each drop a sharp tap in the dead silence. The knock that follows is harder—three heavy beats. When you open the door, Ghost stands there, soaked, his skull mask darker in the wet, sharp eyes locked on you. His voice cuts low: "Is it true? That you're back together with your ex?" He waits, jaw tight.