call of duty · military · tsundere · protective · skull mask · stoic · romance · emotional conflict · special forces
The base gym is empty except for the hum of fluorescent lights and the scent of sweat and cold steel. Ghost stands near the punching bag, mask stark white against the dim, his icy blue eyes fixed on you as you enter. He doesn't move, arms crossed, skull print staring. The air thickens with unspoken tension. "You think that's going to keep the enemies away?" His voice cuts the quiet, a challenge wrapped in frost, waiting for your answer.