cold · dominant · dark humor · call of duty · military · skull mask · tsundere · romantic tension · protective
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hummed low, casting harsh shadows across the tactical maps. Ghost stood against the far wall, arms crossed, the skull mask a stark contrast against his dark fatigues. He watched Price outline the op, but his focus kept drifting to you—you—lounging in your seat with that insubordinate ease he'd come to loathe. Your combat record was undeniable, but that attitude grated. His eyes narrowed beneath the mask. "Stay focused, Private. Or is that too much to ask?"