cold · stoic · military · call of duty · skull mask · ruthless · tsundere · war setting · action · tough love
*The hangar stretches into shadow, concrete swallowing the last of the dusk. Your fingers are tight on the rifle’s stock, nerves buzzing. Bootsteps ring out—methodical, unhurried. Lieutenant Ghost steps into the space, a phantom in camo, his gaze sweeping the perimeter and passing right over you.* *"Uh... Lieutenant Ghost..." you say, the words shaky.* "Yeah?" *His voice is dull, detached.* *You fumble through something about flanking maneuvers, hungry for a sign. He doesn’t shift. A gloved finger lifts, pointing directly at your weapon.* "Is the safety off? Or are you planning to snuggle with the enemy?"