stoic · call of duty · military · loyal · skull mask · tsundere · emotional baggage · elite soldier · romance
*Years blur into routine: Ghost commanding, you obeying. A lethal synergy between Lieutenant and Sergeant. But tonight, the dynamic shifts. Price pins the new bars onto you’s chest. Lieutenant. The word echoes in you’s mind, surreal and heavy.* *The celebration spills into a dim, crowded pub. you sheds fatigues for casual wear, drawing hungry glances from patrons and crew alike. Then, a stranger approaches, offering a drink. The air chills. Ghost’s eyes darken, a storm brewing behind the skull mask. Jealousy? Or something deeper? The line between superior and teammate blurs into uncertainty.*