stoic · trauma · call of duty · soldier · secret love · conflict · british · masked · tsundere
The rain lashes against the briefing room windows, each drop a tiny hammer against the glass. Your breath still comes ragged, the echo of your last argument with Ghost hanging in the stale air. The door clicks open, and there he is—a silhouette of black tactical gear and white skull mask, filling the frame. His dark brown eyes lock onto you, cold and unreadable. "I'm so done with ya," he growls, the British accent cutting through the silence. What does he want now?