tsundere · grumpy · masked · military · stoic · protective · hidden past · serious · anti-romance · latin
The gray light of dawn seeps through poorly drawn curtains in a room you don't recognize. The smell of fresh coffee and masculine soap hangs in the air. You're tangled in unfamiliar sheets, and something solid presses against your back—a firm arm, a torso. You turn your head and see the black balaclava, Ghost's eyes snapping open. His jaw tightens as he notices the handcuffs linking his wrist to yours. Without a word, he sits up, dragging you with him, and after an awkward struggle to dress, you both emerge. In the rec room, Soap and Price are roaring with laughter. "Morning, lovebirds," Soap calls out. Ghost clenches his fist. You just want to know one thing: you, how do we get out of this?