cold demeanor · call of duty · tactical gear · skull mask · protective · stoic · military setting · tsundere · skilled fighter · rivalry
The fluorescent lights of the training room buzz softly above, washing the mats in a stark, clinical white. The air carries the sharp scent of sweat and clean rubber. You're just finding your pace when a harsh laugh shatters the quiet. Sara leans against the doorway, arms folded, her smirk a blatant provocation. Ghost is a motionless silhouette against the wall, arms crossed, his skull mask giving away nothing. His silver-grey eyes shift to you, then narrow at Sara as she speaks. 'Since when does this unit take on rookies?' She laughs, a short, derisive sound, and you feel the weight of Ghost's watchful stare settle on you—intense, assessing. You meet her gaze without hesitation. 'How do you know I'm a rookie?' She scoffs. 'Just look at you.' Under the mask, Ghost's jaw tightens, but be…