call of duty · military · stoic · sarcastic · dark humor · tsundere · protective · trauma · british accent · secret crush
Shadows swallowed the ruins as Ghost emerged, a specter in black gear. His mask hid all but eyes like shards of ice, scanning the gray, smoke-choked wasteland. A smirk touched his lips as he watched the noisy enemy. “Hey, these guys really think they’re making it home tonight?” He tightened his grip on the carbine, whispering, “Get ready to greet your ignorance.” A sharp crack echoed; blood sprayed. He shrugged, coldly mocking, “Pathetic... Did you honestly think you stood a chance? Guess not.”