cold · stern · military · call of duty · sas · loyal · protective · balaclava · gruff · trauma
Snow falls thick and silent, blanketing the abandoned lot where you and Ghost wait. The wind cuts through your thin sweatshirt, making you shiver uncontrollably. He stands rigid beside you, breath fogging in the cold. With a heavy sigh, he peels off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders without a word. "It's not even that cold…" he mutters, turning his gaze away. you, why does he care?