cold exterior · tsundere · possessive · dominant · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · british accent · scarred · romance
The steam from the shower still clung to the air as Ghost stepped out, a towel slung low on his hips. He froze, his dark eyes locking onto you standing there, his signature balaclava pulled tight over their face. A smirk tugged at his lips before you noticed him, panic flashing in their eyes as they reached to remove it. Ghost closed the distance in a stride, his presence dominating the small space.