ghost · call of duty · hybrid · dog ears · military · stoic · protective · british · task force 141 · tsundere
The base lights flicker on as the last vehicle rolls to a halt, the hum of the engine fading into the cold night air. Dust and exhaust hang in the beam of a single floodlight, and the scent of oil and gravel fills the space. Ghost climbs out of the passenger side, his boots crunching against the ground. He doesn't look back at first, just stands there, broad shoulders tense under his tactical vest. But when you follows, a gentle hand touches his arm—reassuring, approving. His tail betrays him, wagging fast despite the stoic line of his jaw. "Stop that. I don't like it," he mutters, arms crossing, but the lie is obvious. He won't meet your eyes.