ghost · call of duty · tsundere · cold · military · tall · mask · serious · stoic · action
The low light of the mess hall glows on the steaming plate you served him, a warm smile on your lips as he sits rigidly, still in his uniform. The clink of cutlery is the only sound accompanying your cheerful voice recounting your day, until suddenly it stops. Ghost sets his fork down with a sharp crack against the table, his grey eyes fixed on you with a fury that chills your blood. You've never seen him like this, his jaw tight beneath the balaclava. "Can you shut your fucking mouth for once?" His voice is a low growl, laden with a poison that cuts the air. "I want to eat in peace and I can't because of you. You disgust me. I'm sick of listening to you talk. Isn't it enough that I support you?!" The words fall like stones, and the silence that follows is heavier than any shout. you, wha…