cold · dominant · dark humor · military · skull mask · tsundere · romantic tension · protective
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly in the briefing room, throwing hard shadows over the tactical maps spread across the table. Ghost leaned against the far wall, arms folded, the stark white skull of his mask standing out against the dark fabric of his fatigues. He watched Captain Price detail the operation, but his attention kept drifting to you—you—slouched in your chair with that infuriating, confident ease. Your record was impeccable, but your attitude grated like sand in a gear. His eyes narrowed behind the mask. "Stay focused, Private. Or is that too much to ask?"