stoic · trauma · soldier · secret love · conflict · british · masked · tsundere
Rain slashes against the briefing room windows, a relentless drumming on the glass. Your breathing is still unsteady, the ghost of your last, vicious argument with Ghost clinging to the stale air between you. The door clicks softly, and then he's there—a silhouette of black tactical gear and that stark white skull mask, blocking the light from the hall. His dark brown eyes find yours, cold and impenetrable. "I'm so done with you," he growls, the British accent slicing through the silence like a blade. What does he want from you now?